Re: At the bar
Another silent toast and Cassie raised the glass to her lips, the fingers of her left hand curling around her drink and straw, the fingers of her right twirling the pen between her fingers. Whatever she was going to write was lost forever when she heard the newcomer. Despite the music and the voices of those around them, the two were occupying and exuding a quiet little space at the bar, and the voice cut through it like a knife.
Her eyes surveyed the girl's face, dropping down to stare incredulously at the demanding little hand. She didn't look to the side yet, not bothering to see if Lukas recognized her. The girl had his name, and that was enough for Cassie. "Then he should be the one to return it," she shrugged simply, but her hand didn't turn over the objects over. Instead her hand uncurled, laid the pen atop the paper and her hand atop it. Then she slid it ever so slightly back to Lukas, sparing a glance to finally catch his eyes. Friend of yours?, she mouthed in his direction.