"Blonde in the Mocha...?" he said with a furrowed brow as he thought hard about who it could be, then laughed. It was still hard for him to think of Sarah in 'blonde' terms. "Oh, you must be talking about Sarah. Sarah Roth," he said with a fond smile. "I met her a few years ago in Amsterdam right after I left New Orleans. We were close. Are close. I had no idea she lived here and just ran into her one day in the Mocha. I might've made a spectacle."