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Sanem glanced over at her companion for the evening with a smile as she drank her moscow mule in silence, letting Cat take in the atmosphere and the different variety of drinks the establishment served. "I can't believe you've never been here before, and here I thought since I've been gone...I would be late on all the cool places," she chuckled before looking back at Catalina. They'd become recent friends but Sanem enjoyed being around others who shared a lot of the same interests as she did and Catalina just happened to be one of those people. "Hmmm...I've always wanted to try bungee jumping," Sanem replied thoughtfully before making a face, "but not from the bridge in Whistler...that one doesn't interest me. I want it to be in some epic place...what about you though? What's something you've always wanted to do but never have?"

     "Honestly, being completely real with you..." The winemaker let out a sigh; it came from her chest, from a rough and achy life. "I don't really get out much." It wasn't difficult to admit such a thing but it made her all the more grateful for the budding friendship she had with the fellow brunette in her company. Since she'd left the island, the more time and distance put between herself and São Miguel the more she seemed to lose sight of keeping life in her life. Not only did she make wine and run the restaurant, had plans for another restaurant, it was as though Catalina scheduled herself to the point where she didn't have to really think. Bad things tended to happen if she let her mind wander. At Sanem's answer her brow lifted, impressed if not a little in shock as it had been the last thing she expected the art dealer to say. "That... sounds so scary," Catalina admitted with a laugh, "but you should look into it and do it! What's held you back?" Life was so fragile, it was important to get out and do the things you really wanted to. "Hmm..." Finger tapped against her chin as she thought. "I want to learn how to sail. I grew up in coastal Maine but we were never able to afford a boat or even lessons so I feel like it's something that's just in my bones because of where I'm from. But, also, how amazing would a sailing trip be?"

"I told you that it would be," the blonde laughed, her own drink coming up to meet her lips. She had been working previously but decided to stay even though her shift had ended to meet with Catalina. Even though she hadn't been in town long, she had been to The Vine so many times that she had lost count. Something about a glass of wine at the end of her day seemed like the perfect ending and when she had asked the other woman to come to the bar, she knew that it was her time to show off the skills. "I know it's not as good as the wine that you have but it's a hit at the bar. It has to be my favorite drink I've made." She didn't come up with it, no but she had learned about it in New York and decided to give it a test here. "Are we talking about something alcoholic or just something in general?"

     "It's not that I didn't trust you," eyes crinkling at the corners, laughing lightly, "it's just that, you know, people get stuck in their ways." It had to say something that she was out trying and giving it a chance, right? Plus, since she and the blonde had become friends she valued her opinion and tastes. Sully's was a big staple in Vancouver, a place people had been flocking to and enjoying for generations, but the winemaker hadn't stepped foot inside as often as others might because of the way it reminder her of home. Not the Irish flair, but the fact that it was a pub and there were many of those in Maine. When and where Catalina could she avoided letting memories crop up. "Oh, I wouldn't say that..." The restauranteur gently swatted her hand in Reagan's direction. "You can't really compare wine and a cocktail anyway, but this is great and from looking around it's obviously a big hit so kudos to you, girl." At the question, the brunette set her drink down and folded her arms on the bar as she leaned into them. "Something in general."

I’m not everything I want to be but I’m more than I was, and I’m still learning

the pain I don’t say out loud, builds a home inside me.