Kyle smiled, forcing himself to relax, "Yeah, once or twice," he said, "The hot-wings are to die for." That and some of the bartenders probably knew his name, he used to come here all the time. Which was probably part of the reason he was back here.
Kyle was, if anything, a creature of habit.
"You eat here much?" he asked, wondering if the accent was from living there in childhood, or recently, or if he were new to Seattle period.