Benson glanced at his watch. "Yeah, he'll be back within the hour. Want something to drink?" They walked into the small kitchen and he grabbed a couple of cans of soda from the refrigerator, handing one to Elise. As they often did, Elise hoisted herself backwards to sit on a counter top and Benson walked around the counter facing her to sit on a bar stool behind it.
"I don't know if there's a lot going on tonight," he said, cracking open his can and taking a sip. "Maybe we could all go to a bar or something--unless you have plans with Garrett?"