[ Right, okay, sure. That's all this is. Being suuuuper friendly right up until the second she decides to get up close and personal with his insides. But the thing about Jennifer is that she's willing to play the long game, sweeten the deal a little before that happens — because the moment when interest turns to fear honestly makes them smell better, and even the thought of it now makes her stomach growl out loud before she can help herself. ]

You're speaking my language. [ Crappy diner food. Yay. ]

Hi, Louis. [ She sounds out the syllables of his name like she's tasting them, pairing it with a small smile. ] You can call me Jennifer.

[ For a second, she considers using a fake name, but that'd mean she plans on staying in this town long enough to need a freaking cover or some shit — and that's never really been her jam, anyway. ] You seem like you know your way around. How long have you been here?