"Why is it that when I'm working, you're in my business, but when I have the time of day I simply can't find you?" Pansy asked with a tone in her voice that meant to be reprimanding but it traveled more along the lines of a weary happenstance.
She set her black leather purse on the counter of the bar, and pushed her long brown bangs from her sight. She had left her chocolate shop early in the care of one of her more suitable workers. The brunette needed someone, a friend, to talk to that wasn't involved in this displaced business. And she didn't have many to begin with. Daphne and Parvati could be a handful, and she never saw Draco; the man was always too busy working.
"Anyhow, of course all I had to do was ask various women and look where I find you.." the smirk on her face was soft.