The place actually was really quite nice. She had been here for a bit and there were no cat calls made at all. That wasn't usually the case when it came to most bars. But it wasn't just that. There was this feeling, this.. familiarity about it. It felt like.. like she had had been here before, and often. And the more she sat there, the stronger that feeling became, and the more she started to think that maybe, just maybe, this was the place she was supposed to be.

If the feeling had not been enough, the look that the bartender gave her certainly assisted. "Bottle." She replied, though the words came slowly, and she found herself unable to look away from him as a feeling took hold of her gut, like something had grabbed it and was starting to twist it, making her feel both nauseated and breathless at the same time.

"Thank you." She finally managed to speak, feeling like the words had been hung in her throat which was suddenly beyond parched. She wrenched her gaze away as she took the beer in hand, enough money to cover it already having been laid upon the bar top. A hand moved up to tuck her hair back behind her ear, visibly shaking as she took a drink of the dark liquid.

She could feel the pace of her pulse starting to pick up. Should she say something? What if she was wrong? What if this was all just wishful thinking making her feel this way and the look was nothing, was all inside her head? But what if it wasn't?

"Do I know you?" She asked, those deep browns of hers moving back up to meet his own.