Of course 4chan had seen her, hell, he'd been looking out specifically for her. Perhaps not for the same reasons she would have guessed he was. But a few more drinks later, and some awkward half-staring at her from the other end of the bar, he figured it was about time to slink on over, pulling himself from his comfortable bar stool, and surprisingly not grinning like an idiot the entire time.
He fixed his tie, and without missing a beat, pulled up in the stool next to her and ordered another raspberry whatever. He was stuck on the drink, apparently. Probably going to make himself sick if he didn't take it easy, but after that night out with Ate, well- he was somewhat used to having drinks siphoned into him.
He didn't even acknowledge the blogging website, acting altogether like she wasn't there, possibly waiting for her to freak out.