[Johnny, on the other hand, took the glance and the words that followed quite a bit differently. A girl didn't give you the once-over and say something like that if she didn't mean something by it. He could feel his face getting a little red around the edges and the tips of his ears to match and dammit-- no hat to hide 'em behind.]

Keep sayin' that kinda shit, I'm gonna think you're flirting with me Veronica.

[As if that were possible. Not when he was broken like this. She was a nice person, but they were just words and he puts them from his mind almost as quickly.

He doesn't move when she reaches for his hand, just lets her take it the same way the staff here do, turning it every which way, telling him to twist his wrist or point a finger or whatever else while they worked on 'em. If she wanted to see, he wasn't about to argue, though he did fidget a little in his chair, watching her expression, even if her gaze was elsewhere.]

There's some magazines near the front.

[He uses his free hand to gesture toward them.]

But you should get a manicure. Then I'll know I've sold at least one.

[He smirks a little at that and shrugs his shoulders. ]