He walked up to the small, round wooden table and sat down beside her. She smelled of perfume.
A smile broke out across her face. “Fancy meeting you here? What are the chances?”
Luke grinned. “Finally, more like. So happy to finally get some time with you.”
She replied, her eyebrows raised, “Yes, you’ve been very busy, with trying to protect Timothy and everything.”#
After putting his hand up to signal the old barman that he wanted a drink, he replied, “Don’t talk to me about it. I’ve been waiting for that Jaime fella to do something, anything. Then, I could take him out, but nothing so far. I told John to keep an eye on things.
Lisa scrunched her face. “Timothy’s a goner, so!”
They both laughed.
The old bartender put down a drink on the table. He nodded his head and said, “On the house.” Then, he walked away.
Luke smirked. “What was that about?”
“He’s giving you a free drink for your service defending his planet – he did the same for me. There’s only one type of drink, though, and he doesn’t know much English.”
“It can’t be easy for the people here.” Luke looked at the man and could see the fear in his eyes.”
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