"Certainly," Carolina said with a smile of pleasure. If Azalea planed to remain throughout her entire shift, Carolina would have other opportunities to converse with her, and she rather enjoyed the other woman's company. Straightening, she took the pitcher and the two mugs and placed them into the bus tub below the bar.
Retrieving two empty glasses, she put a few ice cubes into each and then poured a shot of scotch over the ice. She couldn't fault her friend's taste: it was the sort of thing Carolina herself always ordered for meetings at bars. "Here you go, dear," she said and slid the two drinks across the bar toward Lea with a smile and a wink. "Good luck with your meeting."
Behind her, the clock showed that it was now eight o'clock on the dot. With a glance at the other bartender, she said, "I will take it from here. You have a good evening." Then she went to the other end of the bar to meet a group who had just come in.