A smile froze on Sarah's lips as Bolevara approached, her good humor cracking like ice on a Manhattan lake. Fear flashed across her face as the Cretan man approached, her body tensing under Jeremy's hand. Then, just as soon as it had appeared, the terror vanished, so quickly one might doubt that it had ever been there, Sarah's usual cheerfulness reasserting itself.
"Nice to meet you too." Sarah grasped Andres' hand, bobbing in an awkward half-curtsey, knees crossed. He was so serious, with his stony features and stern glare. The man reminded her of her own father, still on Manhattan. "I'm Sarah. Sarah McFarlen, if you care about last names."
A shudder ran through the station, and Sarah staggered a handful of paces, dragging a surprised Jeremy with her, before steadying herself against a tree. He recovered quickly, turning to face the newcomer. Evidently they knew each other. Maybe the jeans really were a thing.
Something was tapping her arm. Her hand was halfway across her body to swat the insect before she realized it was Jeremy, still latched on, the sides of his lips turned up in what could have been amusement. There was something going on here, and as long as there was something, she wanted in. She hastily covered the movement, resting her hand on his.
"Or gonna tell our madre what's up? You know I hate getting her pissed while she's pregnant."
Sarah barely managed to cover her surprise. She wasn't sure what a madre was, and she was fairly certain that she wasn't pregnant. At least, not last time she checked. She choked back a retort, instead pulling out her best serene nod. Surely he'd catch on? Still, if there was the chance to figure out how this man knew Jeremy she wasn't going to let it slide... She kept her eyes on the ground, not trusting herself to speak without laughing.
