"Hey yourself," Minerva said back, looking Atlas up and down. He looked like he hadn't slept since she last saw him. "You look like shite," she said bluntly, then slid off the barstool.
"Let's talk more in private," she suggested and led Atlas to the same booth where he and her had drinks before. The night that they had...
This time she let Atlas slide in the booth first, and then she across from him. With her wand discreetly hidden, she cast up a privacy charm. "I'm glad you came."