Hermione thanked the bartender as he brought over her glass, and she took a sip. Her gaze moved throughout the pub, curious to see if she recognized anybody, but she paused when a bloke caught her eye. He lifted his beer and she raised her own glass in return, cheeks flushing faintly. She offered a smile, then turned her attention to the menu that the bartender slipped in front of her.
She flipped it open, not sure of what she wanted. One of the pasta dishes, perhaps-- no salads or super light meals for her. Ordering, she handed the menu back and looked down to her hands. She found her gaze wandering again, landing on the bloke who had waved- he was a bit handsome, and he had a nice smile, but- no. Hermione knew that she wasn't the sort of girl that men flirted with- he was just being friendly, right? Or worse, pitying a girl out all alone. Maybe she should have just ordered some take-out and stayed at home.