Ben stepped behind the bar with a cheerful grin. "Ben Goldstein, he who often is in the right place at the right time." He washed his hands the Muggle way, preferring that over cleansing Charms most times, and then turned back to her, not minding at all the way she looked him over.
"It was a Muggle pub, just down the street to my flat. But they mysteriously closed up today, until further notice. So here I am, in need of a new job." He looked around and quickly memorized the layout of the bar, though from looking at him one would think he was just staring into space.