Alex just gives him a look, one that says that she knows what he's thinking but god damn it, he's actually wrong about this as she opens the door and pulls him to the table. The local comes over immediately (because Alex anywhere is a good customer for coffee) and she just gives the woman a distracted smile along with: "I'll take my usual for this time of day, and Richard will have a coffee black with sugar."

Funny, six months and ordering for him still is something that comes as easy to Alex as her own beverage.

But then she studies him, seated across from him, and she draws her hand away enough to make sure that the sleeve of her cardigan is low enough that it's covering half of her hand. When she speaks, her eyes are on his, because she knows him, and she knows what he notices, and she also knows what he doesn't, but this is something that she'd notice. "Tell me what my left lower arm looks like?"