"A pleasure to meet you Amanda." Connor responded as he pulled up a stool to the bar. He accepted the drink and menu with a smile and nod of thanks.
"I'm not picky, anything is better than cooking for myself this evening." He browsed the menu while sipping on his scotch, it wasn't as good as some of what he had in his own wine cellar back home, but when you'd been around for nearly five hundred years it was easy to pick up the good stuff before it aged into the good stuff. All he'd had to to was wait.
"How about something simple, a cheeseburger and fries?" Thankfully he didn't have to worry about cardiovascular disease either, and could eat as he liked.