“A tit tattoo tells you something about the person sporting it,” Lamb said, her head craning to follow the woman who prompted the comment, as she made her way through the crowded coffee shop.
“And what’s that,” Doe asked.
“Did you see it?”
“You should. She’s over there. Got get some napkins or something.”
Doe said she didn’t care enough to walk over and gawk at another woman’s chest.
“Fine,” Lamb said. “Be boring. I was just trying to have a laugh.”
The man at the next table shifted, as though he’d been listening, and was now disappointed.