Dean had looked up at the door opening, slightly surprised to see Mandy in the middle of the day. She looked, well, not happy. He tucked his pencil in the page and set his sketchbook aside.
"Hi Mandy, just a sec," he said, standing and grabbing one of the largest wineglasses and heading for the chilled white wine. He took at glance at her on the barstool and wasn't sure if he should say anything. But then he glanced at the wine he was just pouring. "How are you today?" he asked, slightly tentative, not sure if he wanted to ask, or if she wanted to talk.
He finished pouring the wine and brought it over to her.