“Thank you,” she said as he handed her the glass. Something about the way he was looking at her made her arch a slightly curious eyebrow. She took a sip of the milk, finding it endearing that he was making excuses for the lack of tea. “Jim, I'm not about to complain about the drink selection when you're so kindly giving me dance lessons, and I'm perfectly happy with milk anyway.”

It didn't really surprise her that he brushed off the apology, but she'd felt the need to say something even though she knew she hadn't done anything wrong and that Jim wouldn't hold her brother's behavior against her. His last statement made her exhale shortly and look down for a moment. Whatever Kamau was involved with, it certainly wasn't the sort of thing he'd want to be questioned about. “He isn't around the diner much anyway, but I hope he won't normally speak to you like that,” she said, looking back at him and managing a helpless shrug and a small smile.

That was probably enough on the subject of her brother, and she'd rather focus on more pleasant things while she was here with Jim. “So what dance am I learning today?”