“Alright, alright. Just let me get a drink before I embarrass myself in front of you and the one other person in the bar.”  I say, looking towards him. Our eyes meet.  As I’m about to flag the only waiter over, who also happens to be the bartender, the bartender comes already towards me, with a fruity drink in his hand. Without a word, he sets the drink on our table and disappears behind the bar. I look at it and can only assume who sent this.

“You go ahead, actually,” I say, examining the drink in front of me. “I just need to hit the bar real fast.”