He almost wondered if he shouldn't keep her from her work. Just because she'd greeted him in the first place didn't mean she wanted to sit around chatting with him in person. But then she ask him to join her, and he mentally shrugged off his momentary insecurity.
Liam slid onto the stool next to her, setting his drink on the bar. "I'd love to," he said belatedly. "How long have you been writing the advice column?" he asked curiously. How did one get started in that line of work, anyway? It wasn't an area in which he had any real frame of reference.