Re: At the bar: Grant S/Cris M
Grant noticed the pause and wondered whether he should politely ignore it or not. The rumors were thick about the sheriff and the woman who ran the art shop, but Grant had been taught to be respectful of the privacy of others, and that ran headlong into his determination to "blend in" with his new home. Being ordinary while on leave was important in restocking that mental and emotional energy that was so important when on assignment--at least, that was what he'd been told by the head doctor in his most recent visit.
"Trying to be social. Get out, you know." Grant glanced again at the general crowd, obviously uncertain about how to go about being "social" in the traditional sense of the word. He was used to trailing along behind someone, or several someones, and at times even hiding in the general hullabaloo of football games or holiday parties.
"Sam is the lady that owns the arts and crafts shop, right?" Grant asked, deciding this was a safe bet for friendly conversation without intruding. "I haven't been out that way yet." Grant had no idea what he would buy at the arts and crafts shop, but supporting the local economy was on the top of his to-do list.