No one watched her so intently as Seth Enders did tonight. Many men stared, she was used to it, but after a while they would target one of the inebriated women visiting the bar rather than the hot-but-young-and-sober bartender. Every once in a while, she would glance over, her gaze meeting his, and she would smirk. She enjoyed the attention, just as she had in his classes. Now, Cady wasn't much of a poet, but there was definitely more than coincidence that she had signed up for creative writing all four years of her high school career.
After a little bit, Cady wandered her way back to where Seth sat, wiping down the counter and rearranging the bottles behind the counter. "So, what brings you here tonight, Seth?" She asked curiously. There wasn't a woman on her arm, he wasn't palling around with the guys. Most people didn't wander into the bar alone unless they were trying to drown their sorrows or find a late night hook up...or both.