Alicia had been having a long day. After a conference with the Goblins and the rest of their department, it was becoming obvious they were going to have to start limiting access to the bank. It meant more work for them overall and just... the goblins weren't happy about it, she thought, but it was sometimes hard to tell with them.
She'd also just been assigned an overseas gig for a few days in Lyon, which was a welcome respite to think on. The Goblins had already taken care of her travel papers, and she had been surprised to find an identification badge in the ministry paperwork with instructions it was to be kept with her at all times. No one else had those that she knew of, did they?
So she decided she needed a drink, and the thought of having to answer Ang's questions was bothering her, particularly considering her date the other night. She had no idea what had possessed her. Sure, the sex was good, but it was Pucey. She'd woken up in the morning and gotten in the shower and thank fucking Merlin when she'd gotten out he was gone. Because that would have been messed up.
The pub was quiet, and she decided to get a table and look at the menu. She was just pulling it out when someone joined her, and she looked up, surprised, to see Selwyn.
"Oh." No, she wanted to say, but instead, after a moment, she waved her hand a bit coldly at a chair, trying to be polite. "Go right ahead. There's room."