📂📂📂 "Tell me some things I don't know about you yet."
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The commissary buzzes with noise, but Morrison tunes it out to think. His tray is complete with some kind of spinach, ham, and cheese egg concoction and a cup of coffee. The Swiss HQ spares no dining hall expense.
He thumps down in a chair beside Joe, his arm pressing against hers. Privately, Morrison waits for her to tell him he’s sitting too close and that people will think they’re dating. Does she actually care? Probably not. Will she say something just to cause grief? Probably.
“I don’t even know what you know about me, Joe, so what’s my punishment if I tell you something you already know?”
Jack doesn’t wait for an answer, instead trying to comply with the request. It’s an innocent question and one he’s somewhat flattered to receive from her. Is she actually interested?
“Let’s see…my shoe size is 13. My father’s parents were born, raised, lived, and died in Chicago. Oh, and I only like mustard, onion, and sauerkraut on my hot dogs. No ketchup – get that crap away from me.”