“Sure,” she smiles, but it isn’t a plastic thing reserved for customer facing jobs, it’s genuine and real, the sort that does more than move the features of her face and actually reaches her eyes.
She doesn’t recognize him the way she does some of the people that frequent the tavern, but she missed a lot recently while she was taking her time healing from the trauma of the cult and the pit. The distance between her and that long, awful month has helped, at least some.
Inej doesn’t do fancy pours like some, she keeps it simple. Water in glass. No ice. Lemon wedged against the edge of the glass. Glass in front of customer.
“Taking a breather between work and home?” she just makes an educated guess— he’s not dressed like someone out for a night on the town, and the lemon wedge water isn’t exactly a “party drink”. Conversation is part of the gig, but she never presses too far, let’s other people decide if they care enough to engage beyond vague social niceties.
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She doesn’t recognize him the way she does some of the people that frequent the tavern, but she missed a lot recently while she was taking her time healing from the trauma of the cult and the pit. The distance between her and that long, awful month has helped, at least some.
Inej doesn’t do fancy pours like some, she keeps it simple. Water in glass. No ice. Lemon wedged against the edge of the glass. Glass in front of customer.
“Taking a breather between work and home?” she just makes an educated guess— he’s not dressed like someone out for a night on the town, and the lemon wedge water isn’t exactly a “party drink”. Conversation is part of the gig, but she never presses too far, let’s other people decide if they care enough to engage beyond vague social niceties.