Sandy:
[sits down at Reacher's table]
Mind if I share your table?
[Jack gives a nod]
Sandy:
I'm Sandy.
Jack Reacher:
So was I. Last week. On a beach, in Florida.
Sandy:
What's your name?
Jack Reacher:
Jimmie Reese.
Sandy:
You don't look like a Jimmie.
Jack Reacher:
What do I look like?
Sandy:
I don't know. But not a Jimmie. So you're new in town?
Jack Reacher:
Usually.
Sandy:
It's kind of loud in here. Do you wanna, maybe, go someplace quieter? I have a car.
Jack Reacher:
You're old enough to drive?
Sandy:
I'm old enough to do a lot of things.
Jack Reacher:
I'm on a budget, Sandy.
Sandy:
[perplexed]
What?
Jack Reacher:
I can't afford you.
Sandy:
I'm not a hooker.
Jack Reacher:
Oh, then I *really* can't afford you.
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