Lucky Man

"Mm... that's for sure." Jeff's eyes drop for a moment as he recalls his recent hospital stay. Though it had not been a major heart attack, without help, things could have turned out much differently. If he had to find one real reason to keep going, it would be Katie. He wouldn't mind leaving this world, but maybe he'd realized that she wasn't ready to be fatherless just yet. 

Glancing back up at April, for the first time he notices how deep her eyes are. There was a strange hint if tiredness there, yet life and energy sparkled. Her soft golden hair accented her face, almost seeming to make her cheeks glow. She was quiet yet confident... reserved, but fun-loving...  soft, but strong. It was written in her eyes... her posture... her words. It was as if a book had suddenly opened itself for him to read - but not until this moment. Then, just as quickly, it was shut again, leaving him feeling as though he were gazing at a mystery. 

A soft smile remains on his lips as he turns back to his food, picking through the lettuce and not finding much he really likes to eat. "I guess I'll consider that my invitation then." Looking back up, his smile spreads a little more. "It'll give me another reason to try and make it to Nevada one of these days soon."

He glances to the side where Katie and Hunter were caught in a short moment of flirting, and Jeff quirks an eyebrow at April. "That is, if I haven't been replaced." He knew he hadn't, and it was a comment all in good fun - he was actually glad that Katie would have someone back in Nevada, if she no longer had Jason. 

Approaching Chad, Rosalyn smiles sweetly as she retrieves his glass. Being this close, she tries hard not to stare, but it wasn't as easy as she'd thought. From a few tables away, she'd thought he was an attractive man, and now just inches away, it was downright obvious that he was. He had a rough look about him, as if he'd had a hard life at one time, yet his eyes were somehow soft. His almost-shaggy hair gave him a look of rebellion, yet he seemed to be a gentleman for the most part. 

As Rosalyn pours the water, she can feel her cheeks growing warm as she tries not to think about how handsome he was. If she was too obvious, she'd get razzed later for sure. Catching a whiff of his cologne, the redness in her face only intensifies - not only did he look good, but he smelled good too.

Setting the glass down and ready to retreat, Chad's sudden words seem to glue her feet in their place. Her eyes widen just a little, and the redness in her face that was already there, increases ten fold. With mouth slightly open, she blinks, caught completely off guard, and, for a moment, rendered speechless, which was a rarity. Locking eyes with Chad, she can't decide if she's more embarrassed or pleased. She knows, though, that anybody with that loose of a tongue must surely treat all the girls this way. 

Mark's chiding gives her a moment to straighten up and compose herself, although her face is still beet red. Squaring her shoulders, her sparking eyes narrow, her mouth twitching with withheld laughter. "You sir, are a flirt." She reaches out to pat his shoulder.... his very... firm... shoulder. "And you are also a very lucky man that I don't pour this water in your lap. But I'll refrain since it's not often I hear a man recite poetry." 

Shaking her head, her feet will finally let her move and she comes around to Mark, offering him water as well.