"Just until we know we got away without anybody seeing us. You just don't see a lot of blond hair down here."
The waitress was back to refill GK's juice and freshen Zoe's coffee. She was cheerful for that time of night, though it couldn't be the safest place to be working at night. Maybe a couple of steps up from a Stop-n-Rob.
She pulled a white card out of another apron pocket and set it on the table next to Zoe's cup. "He said you'd know what he's talking about, dear," she trilled to Zoe and walked away.
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