Re: the bar - 8:15 p.m. - Rafe
"Hate you? Of course I don't hate you!" Rafael shook his head, tipping back what remained of the whiskey in his glass. He felt its warmth trace down his throat, brightening his already improving mood. He signaled to the bartender for another round, both for himself and his embarrassed companion.
"It is just a job," he said. "But I understand why most people don't see it that way. It's okay, I promise." He grinned. He reached across the bar, picking up his drink, leaving her own for her to procure when she was ready. "We really don't have to talk about it. We can talk about your bakery. Right? How's that going?"