After her second glass, Aliana finally began to loosen up.
Gavriel watched as the heavy tension she had been carrying around all day slowly melted away, until she finally leaned close to his ear. "So… I am guessing you don't frequent places like this very often?"
He was leaning back against the marble counter, occupying his bar stool with a casual, lazy grace as he swirled a lowball glass filled with scotch. His eyes drifted to her, dancing with silent amusement. "Not anymore."
"Not anymore?" she murmured, leaning in a tad closer to pry. "Does that mean you used to?"
"I did," he replied, taking a leisurely sip of his liquor.
"Why did you stop then?" Aliana asked before quickly cutting herself off. "No, don't answer that. Better question: why did I never see you around if you used to be such a regular at these spots?"
Gavriel raised a brow at her, only then did she elaborate.
"I'm guessing Cillian used to be there with you? I've seen him plenty of times, but never you."
