Even the slightest fragment of hesitation tossed salt on the wound. Had she really messed things up that badly? Eyes followed the slayer gesture and she led her girlfriend along until something felt. . .settling. Glancing into the dimly lit restaurant then back at Kel, she whispered, “this um, looks nice.” A sliver of a man waved them in cheerily with accented words, ushering them to a nice, quiet table near the back where the only real sound was a hum emitting from the cooler. Somewhere lost in the sea of words was an introduction that barely registered until they were standing before the table, his eyes expectant and she smiled shyly. What would they like to start them off? Hmm. Head tilted to one side as she replied, “I’ll have a Screwdriver, Jack and coke for my companion.” He bobbed his head briefly before scurrying off and blue eyes moved to the brunette. “I um. . .I hope that was ok.” She shifted a little uncomfortably, unsure ordering for Kelsey was something that might bother her. The Empath was uncharacteristically scattered and unsure of all she was doing tonight. The one thing she did know through all of the fog was this needed to be fixed, sooner rather than later.