Re: At the bar
Oh, Lukas was an accomplished pseudo - mind reader. Body language gave up all manners of secrets; like the way her smile remained, unwavering even as she moved in closer. Lukas took up his second corona when she started in on his own palm. A tilt of the crown, one eye closed with amused concentration as he felt out the spell of her name. Cassie. He punched a new lime wedge down the neck of his golden bottle and gave her a smiling nod. If Lukas registered that she was someone from the building, it didn't show in the grassland spring of his eyes. Although, that truth couldn't be too surprising, considering the online forum was how he'd heard about this event in the first place. Hell, even Vince was here -- the thought brought his eyes down the bar, although he didn't decipher anyone familiar -- somewhere.
He could smell the cranberries on her breath, even with the comfortable distance between them. Sour sweet with a kick of distillery vapors. Nice to meet you, too was the voiceless reply. Then, aware that reading lips could not be comfortable for extended conversations, he returned to the notepad. Another page, another question.
So, this is your scene?
Edging the paper toward Cassie, he might have inadvertently slid a little nearer.