Her smile widened when he said he was doing all right. There was something charming in the way he'd said it, and it was just delightful. Good, then, very good -- she liked seeing people happy in The City. And that was a strange thing. When she first arrived, she'd hated the place, hated The City itself, for tearing her away from her family.
And then Beauty realized -- this Logan hadn't left anyone behind. Her heart ached with sympathy for him. To be so alone, that it was easy to be uprooted and moved to a foreign place... that must be horrible. She took another studious sip of the whiskey he'd ordered her, wincing a little when her concentration slipped over his tragedy and she swallowed wrong.
After a cough she tried to keep muted, she gave Logan a little smile. "Well," she said, trying not to draw attention to what she thought she'd just found out about him, "What do you love to do? I'm a book-keeper, and so is my..." What did one call him? It was all so new. They hadn't really said, not really. Boyfriend? It sounded horrible. "Co-worker," she finished, and hated how that sounded, too. She felt like she'd just inadvertently lied. "We both love books quite a bit, so it was a perfect fit for me and him."
It really was, but not in the way she'd just said.
"So, what do you prefer? Is there anything you really like to do?"