Re: Nesryn + Brian
From close range, Brian looked up and down the length of the bar, brown eyes taking in the years of ink, marker, and pocket knife graffiti from town residents and passers through, and the faded and bare spots in between. In some ways, Lucky's was a better town historian than its oldest residents. It had a way of telling the truth about things. Brian knocked his knuckles on the wood. "Somewhere in all this," he narrowed his eyes, about to deliver a mystery unto Nesryn. "There's something about you." He clicked his tongue against his cheek. "Can you spot it?"
A tall, cool drink landed to Brian's right. He passed it Nesryn's way.