Mariana let out a short little huff of a laugh as the corners of her lips turned up. It paid to be a pretty bartender, so she supposed she lucked out in that department. As he walked away, she waited patiently, looking around and taking in her new surroundings. This place was definitely a hell of a lot better than the last bar she worked at.
When he returned, she gave him a quick thanks and began reviewing the application. "I'm Mariana," she offered, looking back up at him. "You can call me Mari, if you want. I'm actually from Jersey, but I've lived here since last summer."
Looking down at the application, she began jotting down her information. "What about you? Native or transplant?"