Oliver opted for horseradish, not a usual choice for him. "Not bad," he said when she came back, "the horseradish." Jacky took a long swallow of ale. She had taken off her jacket and washed her face.
"It's been a good truck," she said.
"Starters go," Oliver said. "Toyotas are fine. Where do you work?"
"I'm a banker," she said. He sat straighter.
"Fooled you," she said.
"I wouldn't have guessed. I thought maybe you were a teacher." When I saw you with Francesca, he almost added.
"Bankers are discreet," she said. She looked at him directly. "Are you—discreet?"
He considered. "Yes." He was apologetic for some reason.
She approved. "You look like someone who keeps things private."
Well, it was true. He confirmed with a nod and took another bite of sandwich.