It didn't take long for Lia to get her own drink: a quick reach into the cooler for a ginger pear kombucha prevented having to wait for a drink to be made, and as soon as she'd paid for it, she returned to the table where her neighbor waited, and slid into the seat across from his and crossed her legs as she twisted the cap off.
"Thanks for waiting," she said with a smile. "It's nice to meet someone from the building who's in the business, or has been."
She took a sip of her tea.
"So did you just move to the area? You don't seem much like a Californian."