"Can you make a martini?" Jacky asked.
"I'll try." Claudine glanced at Oliver, amused.
"Dry, please. One olive." The door opened and George Goodbean entered. He was thinking about something and didn't notice them until he was passing their table.
"Holy Moly!" he said, looking at Jacky.
Oliver introduced them. "Holy Moly means he wants to paint you," he said to Jacky.
"Really," George said. "Who wouldn't?" He threw his arms in the air.
Claudine dodged around him and set a martini in front of Jacky.
"Perhaps we can talk about it another time," she said, smiling.
"Yes," George said. "Yes." He walked up the stairs to the upper level.
"He's been known to burst into arias," Oliver said.
Jacky sipped her martini. "Ah . . ." She put the glass down carefully.
"I like him."