"It was beginning to sound like a sales pitch, to be honest, and I never trust a salesman." Wanda eased down onto a bar stool, middle and index finger rubbing gingerly against her left palm as she continued to watch Mitchell. She had nothing here that she cared about except Pietro. The thought of losing him again was...Wanda shook her head. She couldn't even think about it.
"You have been here long, then?" She allowed her hands to come to rest against the wood of the counter. "My name is Wanda."