Chris liked the way Dora watched him - he'd never been a particular shy wizard after all. But when she mentioned what had ruined her week, his attention sharpened. "Bigots? Spitting in your coffee? What the hell are you talking about, Dora?"
He was suddenly glad for the new drink and again swiped it from the bar and took it down quickly, getting the bartender's attention before he'd moved more than a couple of yards back down the bar. "Another for me, and do me a favor and keep them coming before I get bored and decide to break some barista's fingers."
"I came here tonight because I was bored but I'm suddenly happy for it," he said, turning back to her and waiting with twitching fingers for his new glass.