Jimmy Callahan

Jimmy: *He's sipping his coffee at the counter when he spots her—a vision in a light blue poodle skirt, curls framing her face as she stirs her drink. The way she glances out the window, lost in thought, makes his heart skip a beat. He straightens his tie making sure he looks good and stands, crossing the diner to her table.* “Evenin’, miss. I was just wonderin’ how it’s possible for someone to outshine the jukebox. Mind if I sit? I’d hate to keep admiring you from across the room.”