“You two dated?” Finley asked.
“We did, yeah. For about six months, many years ago now. Then, I met Paige. She’s my girlfriend.” Lainey looked at Molly, who nodded. “She’s at a family dinner, or she’d be here.”
“What can I get for you?” a woman asked them as she approached the booth.
“Hey, Logan.”
“Hey, Fin. What’s up?”
“Nothing. Just here for a drink.”
“Beer?”
“Yeah. You know my usual,” Finley said.
“Same for me,” Molly added.
“Vodka soda?” Lainey ordered.
“Sure,” the woman named Logan replied and turned to Maisie.
“I’m not picky. Just any light beer,” she said.
“Tap?”
“Bottle is fine,” Maisie said.
“Is Candace here?” India asked.
“She’s in the back, yeah.”
“Could she maybe make me something?”
“I’m sure she can. Any requests?”
“I know it’s fall and almost winter, but I’m feeling like something citrusy. Maybe something light and vodka or ginbased?”
“I’ll see what she can put together for you,” Logan said. “Are you guys eating?”
“Iamstarving,” Molly said and pulled the menu from behind the napkin holder. “Can you give us a sec?”
“Sure,” Logan replied and walked away.
“Something citrusy?” Finley asked.
“What?” India spoke. “You said she’s a world-renowned mixologist. I wanted to see what she could come up with.”
“You’ve never been here?” Maisie asked.
“I have, technically, but I ordered wine previously, and it wasn’t that good.”
“Oh,” Maisie said.
“I’m not trying to be rude. It was just a basic red.”
“This is a pretty basic bar,” Maisie replied. “Did you expect it to have the world’s greatest wine selection?”
“No, I’m only saying that I tried the wine, and I didn’t enjoy it, so I’m asking the woman who is a trained, professional drink maker to mix me up something that will probablybe delicious and properly balanced.”
