Wanda leaned forward so she could hear him better. "With Angela?" She asked, she glancing over at the woman that was now over at the bar getting their drink orders. "You're sensing is her magical aura. She's a practitioner like you and me. Her specialty is translating texts."
She hushed up when Angela came back with her water and Tom's stout. "You two ready to order or do you need more time? No rush. We're not exactly overflowing with customers," she said with a chuckle.
Wanda trailed her finger down the menu. "I'll have the chicken salad," she said after a moment of thought. She let Angela take Tom's order, then added. "Oh, before you leave. I want to introduce you. This is Tom. I met him at the gala last week."
"Oh, the boy you've been talking about." Angela looked him over, then after a short moment of silence she nodded. "You're an interesting one. Nice to meet you."