Jones leans back and tosses his napkin on the counter, never taking his eyes off her. He’s scrutinizing her, the way the thrill of her studies can illuminate her every feature anew, but also like this is the last time he’s ever going to see her and he doesn’t want to forget a single detail because, he knows, this is probably the last time he’s ever going to see her and he doesn’t want to forget a single detail.
