"That'd be great!" Lucy wrote. "I'll have a sour apple martini if they have it. If not, then a beer - whatever's on draft... Thank you!"
While Sasha was gone, Lucy started doodling in her notepad. Something about Sasha fascinated her...she wasn't sure if it was the shyness, the timidness or a sense of sadness about her. Lucy was drawing Sasha in a field of some sort, with flowers and tall whispy grass. Sasha was standing in the middle of the field looking small and lonely, her head down and shoulders slumped a bit. There was a sense of melancholy over the whole drawing.