Ask about the farm

You decide to push a little.

When Kristen comes back to drop off your change, you catch her eye and keep your voice low and casual.

“Hey… when I mentioned the Henderson farm earlier, you looked like you knew it pretty well. Mind if I ask why?”

She pauses, one hand resting on the back of the booth. The movement makes her soft chest shift under the pink uniform. For a second she looks like she’s deciding how much to say.

“I know of it,” she admits after a moment. “It’s one of the bigger properties outside town. Old Mr. Henderson’s been there forever. Real quiet place. Not many people go out that way unless they have a reason.” She gives a small shrug, but there’s something knowing in her eyes. “His daughter’s around sometimes. She’s… nice. Keeps to herself mostly.”

She doesn’t say Loretta’s name, but the way she says “his daughter” makes it clear she knows exactly who lives there. She doesn’t elaborate further, though. Instead she changes the subject by wiping down the table again, bending forward just enough for you to catch another glimpse of soft cleavage.

You decide to steer things in a more interesting direction.

“Listen,” you say, letting a little flirt slip into your voice, “about that cabin your aunt has… if it’s free, would you be around later to show it to me? I’d feel better seeing it in person before I commit to anything.”

Kristen straightens up slowly. A faint blush creeps into her cheeks, but she doesn’t look away. She bites her lower lip for a second, then glances toward the kitchen again to make sure no one’s close.

“I… could be,” she says, voice a little quieter. “But there’s a small problem.”

She leans in slightly, resting one hand on the table. The loose neckline of her uniform dips again as she does.

“I was actually planning to have a few of my girlfriends over there tonight,” she admits. “Just us. Drinks, hanging out… away from our parents. We do it sometimes when her place is empty. Nothing crazy, just a chance to relax without anyone breathing down our necks.”

She looks at you, clearly a little flustered but not shutting the idea down.

“So if you wanted to see it tonight… you’d kind of be walking into a girls’ night,” she says with a nervous little laugh. “Unless you don’t mind that.”

Her eyes linger on you for a moment longer than necessary. The offer is still there, even with the complication.