[ They'd agreed on a nebulous time, so she's expecting him at some point over the course of her shift, but she must get distracted somehow, a rush or something along similar lines, because by the time she looks up next and scans the room for him there he is, sitting a few stools down towards the opposite end of the bar and glancing right back in her direction.
And she smiles, because it's impossible not to with him, especially when she thinks about how much time has passed since they first met exactly like this — and she makes her way over to him, stopping in front of where he's seated and looking him over. ]
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And she smiles, because it's impossible not to with him, especially when she thinks about how much time has passed since they first met exactly like this — and she makes her way over to him, stopping in front of where he's seated and looking him over. ]
Hey, stranger.