| Could you tell? |

"I may wook wike a child but I assure you I am owlder dan anyone you will eva meet."

"I get that feeling from you."

He nodded. “Make that two margarita’s actually. Definitely is a margarita sort of day. Plus I haven’t had one in ages.”

"It's been a while for me too." She smiles. "I'm normally on the other side of the bar."

     ”C’mon, it’s not that bad. It’s a fixer upper that’s for sure, but it’s not bad.”

"Well alrighty then!" He grinned, turning to the bartender. "Scotch, hold the ice and my friend here will have a…" Christian looked back at the woman for her order.

"Margarita sounds nice. I'm a sort of that kind of mood."

"Glad someone knows when to drink! Drinks on me then as long as I get your company."

"I got no place to go."

     ”Why, what were you expecting?”

"Anything but that."

"Who were you expecting?"

"Not sure, but not a child."

"Um, Kansas. Topeka, Kansas."

"Right."

"Okay. I'm careful most of the time."