The way the dim lighting hit her hair, the depth of her eyes. Every inch of her face was eerily similar to the woman from his dreams. He knew her sounds without knowing them. He knew her touch without having felt it. It was sending his mind spinning no matter how much he tried to play it cool.
Galen snickered. "Mushy peas aren't worth it." He sat back, angling himself toward her on his stool. "The best way to test a pub is to order their fish and chips." He was not overly hungry, so everything else felt like too much food- even the bangers and mash. "I heard a lot of places here claim to be authentic British food and then serve bad fish and chips, the easiest bloody food on the bloody planet." Galen's voice kept a humour to it even as he swore.
"Have you ever been to Britain?" He attempted to ask casually.