As often has Harry had been forced to interact with all manner of people, he still couldn't say that he was entirely comfortable with it. When the woman... what had her name been? Graciela did his Dad say? When she spoke to him, he first blushed a bit and squirmed in his chair, then looked at her and smiled just a bit, slapping on his public face.
"Yes, first time here. It's lovely." he said slowly, wondering just how much English this woman actually spoke. He looked at his Dad and back to her.
"Be careful, eh?" she said with a smirk a nod of her head in James' direction. Her smile turned from wry to warm, and for James it was all too clear that she had, in fact, become a mother while he'd been... er, dead. "But maybe with no Mr. Sirius to get you into trouble you wont be waking up on the beach?"
James rolled his eyes and gave an easy laugh, opting not to point out that even Sirius' penchant for very, very late nights had done nothing to diminish the infatuation she'd had with his best friend when she was younger. Actually, now that he thought of it, no reason not to mention- but then there was a call from the bar and Graciela was giving a shrug, walking backwards toward the doors that led back inside.
"Work, work, work," she shrugged dramatically, turning back inside. "I need a vacation."
Oh, sure. She lived on the beach, got to drink while she worked, and she needed a vacation. Turning back toward Harry, he picked up his new beer. It was then that he noticed how... sort of... different Harry looked. It was harder to read Harry than Sirius in some ways. With Sirius, a snatch of eye contact told him nearly everything he needed to know, just the same he knew Sirius could feel James' expression change from across a room. But looking back at him were Lily's eyes, which were always decidedly more complicated. James' starkly contrasting blue gaze flitted over Harry's features. More like a mirror to his own, he was able to at least see Harry wasn't entirely comfortable, even if he wasn't quite sure why.
"Sorry," he offered with a nearly sheepish sort of smile. Maybe it probably wasn't the best idea, revisiting old haunts, bumping back into people who recognized him. "It just kind of nice, to see someone who uh.. you know, remembers me. Not enough to realize I shouldn't be here, of course. She was a bit too young back then to have sorted out that I don't look as old as I should."
"No, no, it's fine, Dad." he said, taking a drink of the new beer. "I'm just not keen on meeting new people, though I reckon it's better here, where no one recognizes me either." he nodded firmly. "Besides, I have to admit some of the wild things you and Sirius did make me a bit jealous... I never got to do anything like that." he shrugged, gazing into his beer, not wanting to meet his Dad's eyes. The last thing he wanted was to be pitied, and he knew his Dad wouldn't, though he didn't quite know what to expect out of him after that statement.