Clarinet smiled at him. "I play a few strings." She answered modestly. "Nothing professional, though." She glanced towards the counter, curious about how fast the line was moving. She liked to judge when she was going to be getting her pastry by. "I wish I was that good, though. It would be rather easy money. Play a few concerts, and there you go! Enough to sit pretty for a while." She smiled, thinking that one through. It would be a nice way to keep up the life style she was use to, at least.

"Anyway," She waved the previous thought aside with a gentle swish of her hand. "What do you do, Rush?" She inquired politely. "You don't look dressed for work, so ether you can make your own schedule, or you're still in school. If you're in school, which one do you attend? Know of any good parties tonight? I'm bored out of my skull most evenings, and I could use a little something fun to do. Homework is such a drag, and I don't have a boyfriend to take me to dinner or anything." She glanced again at the counter, noting how many people had moved along since her last peek.

Her gaze slid along the counter, and out the door. "It is a really nice car." She admitted hesitantly. "Do you own a dealership or something? Is that how you trade them so fast? You're trying to sell me a car!" She giggled, admiring his vehicle despite her accusations. "I would love to drive something like that. It's so hot. I might be able to convince daddy to buy me one of those."

Net shifted in her seat, finally returning to looking at her companion. "Is Rush your real name, or a nick name?"