“So you just wanted to come here for a malt?” Jude asks, leaning back on the barstool and stretching her legs; they don’t reach the ground.
Jane rolls her eyes, “Yah.”
Jude smirks, “It has nothing to do with Cara?”
“Cara?” Jane scoffs, “Cara Morales?”
“The only Cara I know.” Jude confirms.
“I know at least three.” Jane says nonchalantly, “and this has nothing to do with any of them.”