Miles ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he looked at her. He figured that even the patrons who didn't go upstairs should probably have something to look at as well, and this girl certainly wasn't unpleasant on the eye - even when completely sober.
There was something in her look when she said thank you that he really didn't understand, but he figured she was genuine. Definitely not a scheming Slytherin. That was good. He didn't want scheming or plotting staff. It was bad enough he had to put up with Finnigan.
"Well I can only offer you a minimum wage, but after a month or so, if you work out, we'll see if we can negotiate a little more." Now that sounded like a pleasant experience, and he smirked.
"Be here on the first, as that's when we'll start. I'm sure Finnigan can show you around, train you up in what you need to know."
Miles took another look around the pub, imagining just how it was going to look when it was filled to the brim with patrons. He couldn't wait for opening night.