I get lost in thoughts of you....

The load lightened, Cat realized her arm had been aching. She suddenly felt weary and took a long gulp of her coffee. She laughed lightly, "well, everyone has to eat. You'd probably never be out of work as a chef. Are you specifically wanting to join the military?" She took another long drink of her coffee. Her action seemed to say 'come on caffeine, kick in.'

"You could always look into contracting. A broad business degree would go a long way in that direction and Contractors work hand in hand with the military." She looked sideways at him. She really did feel calmer then she had all week, ever since Lochlann had dropped her off at her apartment. She'd been a tense mess.

She smiled, picturing the tall hat on his head. He'd look as if he were a mile high. "You wouldn't look so bad! You don't have to wear the hat. and you'd look sharp in a nice, white chef coat."

Her questions turned on her gave her pause. She took another long drink of her coffee, nearly finishing it off, to by herself time. "I like art but..."shrug. "I'm not bad but I'm not amazing. And I like gymnastics but I'm too old at this point to make it a competitive career. Right now I'm on an educational coarse for just a broad 'general education' degree." She sipped the final drips of her coffee and moved to toss them in a nearby trash can before pulling the library door open and holding it for him.