Nesryn + Brian
“Sure!” Nesryn chirped. “A change of pace can be nice.”
She climbed up onto the stool, setting one of her legs beneath herself to get a bit more height as her arms pressed against the lip of the wooden counter. Her eyes dropped. She looked at the grain of the wood, the polish fading into bare spots where the wood was exposed from use. The bar had character.
And then her eyes lifted to meet his and she grinned, nodding at Brian, “Always.” Her eyebrows would lift as she waited to see what was on his mind. One of her hands lifted, tucked beneath her chin.