Penny grinned at the hungry, appreciative man and pulled out all the fixings for a sandwich and set to work. She was quick at her work and soon had the roll piled high with the pork and had a small ramekin on the side with sauce for dipping. Pickles, slaw and a small bit of chips filled out the plate in just a matter of moments. Then she was slipping out of the prep area and heading towards the man. 

“Here you go, Sir, a sandwich just for you, provided you tell me who it is I am serving.” She smiled and teased but still stood before him, round hip cocked, sandwich held high with an air of immovable expectation about her. 

As she waited for a reply she heard something from the doorway of the kitchen and turned to look, her cheeks plumped up with her smile. She froze for a brief second, her brows knitting just a bit before her eyes swept up and down the figure in the doorway. Jack. She blinked and turned halfway towards him, the sandwich still held aloft though it was certainly forgotten, as was the man for whom it was intended. 

Stepping out, she hadn’t really known what it meant when he asked her, she hadn’t really thought about it. She’d said yes because he was nice and she liked to listen to him talk and wanted to hear more. She hadn’t considered that he was a man asking her as a woman, she didn’t think that way, not about herself. She thought in terms of friendship, of the service should could and did render to people and the way it made them like and appreciate her. 

But he was all cleaned up now, and looking very handsome out of his coveralls. Not that he hadn’t looked much the same in the coveralls, but then he’d been the nice janitor. Now he was the nice man, looking at her like she was a nice woman, not just a nice baker. It changed things, for good she thought but it left her flustered and uncertain and the whole effect was sweetly vulnerable on her round face. She lowered her eyes and bit her lip, her white teeth pressing into the plump flesh.

“Hey Jack.” She said her grin still in place for all that she was scrambling internally to find new footing. She was pleased to see him and her voice said as much. “I like your hat.” And she did, she really liked it. Something about the way it sat on his head, the way it seemed to define so much about him made her toes curl happily in her shoes. 

“This is the man-who-is-about-to-get-a-sandwhich-but-has-yet-to-tell-me-his-name.” She pulled her eyes from the grinning Jack with reluctance and looked back at the man in the booth, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dancing. “And this is Jack.” 

She cocked an eyebrow, waiting.