a sinner forgiven

“It’s completely rude of you to assume, my dear. I came to see you, does that mean nothing?” she questioned, still fake pouting as she scooted closer to him. “I mean, it’s my one night off and I choose to spend it here.”

His grin only widened as he watched her scoot closer. “You’re doing one thing right then, coming to see me. Now, while you’re here you should take notes and watch as Quebec’s favorite bartender serve fine folks their alcohol and watch them drink their sorrows away.”

Cameron gave a wide smile. “That’s awful mean, Gabe. Why would you ever think that I would do something like that?” she questioned, fake pouting. “I mean, I’m almost offended.”

Gabe chuckled almost dryly, shaking his head and clearly amused with Cameron. “A bartender is allowed to have some suspicion to early customers. Believe it or not, some people have pulled the same card just to get a free drink.”

“I didn’t realize I had to be here at a specific time to see an old friend, Gabe.” A smirk began to lace up on the corner of her lips.

“I have a sign up sheet where you have to schedule an exact date and time to see me.” 

“Really?” Cameron questioned as she sauntered up to him. “Because I came to see you,” she added, smiling sweetly at him.

He gave a frail smile. “Charming as usual.” Gabe pushed himself from the bar counter and turned to face her, “But, I have this uneasy feeling that you’re trying to just get a drink before the bar actually opens.”