"Well, I do make women jealous of my hair," he noted. It had grown out quite a bit, he had it pulled back out of his face today. Traditional hairstyle would wait until his bangs were just a bit longer.

Jay unzipped the backpack a bit and set it down in front of Becky. A pair of eyes peered out the opening at her, blinking. Then small, fuzzy fingers grabbed at the zipper.

"I'll be right back. Promise." Jay scooted toward the counter.