Cisco saw the sad look on Violet’s face and plopped back down beside her. “Drinks can wait. Why so sad, sis?” He set a hand on her knee rather awkwardly.
Violet shook her head with a sad smile. “I’m not sad, honey.” She patted the hand on her knee. “I’m just thinking.”
“Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?” He smiled, drawing his legs and crossing them beneath him.