Thomas noticed her waiting patiently. Her eyes tracking the bartender from one side of the bar to the other. "What are you drinking?" He asked, pushing his whiskey smash to the edge of the bar. It was the perfect cocktail in his mind. Balancing with only a little bite.
"I get that." He didn't push on the 'feeling'. Not everyone was as receptive to what he assumed was clairvoyant tendencies and he didn't want to bring attention to it, just in case. "I usually don't have a Friday evening off and the Leaky just didn't seem to be the right place tonight."
It had nothing to do with the face that his Mum ran the place but the obligation to continue working when he realized the staff was in the weeds. At least here he knew he could rest and enjoy his night.