With spring freshly heralded, the city of Sacramento was coming alive in the night hours. More and more people were out enjoying the warmer weather as they browsed familiar landmarks or discovered new nooks and crannies that they'd passed over in the colder months.
But somewhere in the city, one nook remained mostly unmolested by giddy city-goers. A small bar tucked in the artists' district between blackbox theaters, street-side eateries, and the odd novelty store. If Conner wasn't used to finding places that didn't want to be found he might have missed it. Good old superhuman senses.
Conner takes a seat at a corner table and waits to order his drink. He's curious to see how this night's conversation partner will respond, given her fascination with people's drink orders. No harm in continuing the game just a bit. As long as we don't become the appetizer.
Orianna
Book-Keeping for Blush incoming