Re: The Bar: Cat & Isaiah
Isaiah didn't know a woman named Cat, not other than the one he'd just encountered through words, though he knew a part of her story. His father had included her in his letters, though never by name, with only details of her case and a few passing mentions of her appearance. And that being several years ago, and a world away, he would never think to find that woman in a small-town bar like this.
Any thoughts of his father were lingering in the back of his mind instead of the front, in the sad corner of his mind where those thoughts always lived. A million miles away, and allowing him to smile at the (gorgeous) woman behind the bar. "You should advertise that. Put up a sign somewhere." It was a tease, an easy flirt with no commitment behind it.
He slid onto the stool in front of the newly-cleaned bartop and rested his forearms on it. "I get no more info than that?" Eyebrows up, he reviewed his options, looking over at the tap to see if any of the pulls caught his eye. None more than any other, so he gave a casually loose shrug. "How about the pilsner?" He didn't mind something a little lighter, especially when he wasn't looking for any sort of wild night. He smiled then, looking back at her. "Or was I supposed to ask what the house's recommendation was?"