Trouble was pouring a beer for the poor guy sitting in front of her trying to hit on her and failing terribly. The guy was no Aden and she was missing the man more and more.
And she was apparently missing him enough to imagine him walking into her bar. "The one and only... Aden?" She said before hopping over the bartop and towards him. "Is it really you? Like you you, and not some other dude who looks just like you?"