"Good to hear," Charlie smirked back. The bartender handed her her own glass, another whiskey on the rocks. She held it up and pretended to clink it against his while they were both in the air. Then she took a long sip, letting the liquid permeate on her tongue this time. Indulge, enjoy. There was no need to rush it, especially now that she had decided she wasn't going anywhere for a while. Leaving while the guy sat next to her wasn't an option. "Not really, not that I've seen," she answered with a laugh. "I'm fairly new though. Three, four months now. That Sweets place is pretty delicious." It was new, but somehow she couldn't see him there, not exactly. His tough guy vibe didn't feel like it might mesh with the place, but what did she know?
That gaze. Damnit. Charlie's stare flickered, but it stayed, hovering over his eyes. Something about him seemed so familiar... and yet. "I know you from somewhere, don't I?" She hummed, pursing her lips, half-amused while the hamster wheel turned. "Oh! I know. I've served you a few times." Flirted with you a few times, more like it, but the serving part still stood. "I don't think I ever got your name though, which is clearly my bad." She held out her hand for him to shake, hovering just above the bar. "Charlotte or Charlie if you prefer."