Kitty stifled a smile by biting down hard on her lip. She'd seen the flash of bitter nostalgia wash over his face. Even if she hadn't known him, it would have been easy. She recognized it herself. 

But he moved on quickly, like everyone learned to do, pretending to ignore the faint pink flush that peeked out from the collar of his uniform. She waited until he'd sort of kind of finished stammering before raising and expectant brown and nodding. She wouldn't tell Willa, probably not even Vi. But both of them were gone often enough she was pretty sure she could hack it. Still. She'd have to be careful. Keep the old clay jugs out of sight, make sure Willa didn't pass through on her way to or from the still. She knew John's 'family business' wasn't any more credible in his eyes than her own was. But if he could pretend to ignore it, so could she. 

She nodded again, her smile a little warmer this time, if still teasing, and nodded down the road before pushing off on her bike again. She waited a full five seconds before turning to wave over her shoulder.