I gave Chuck the bartender a nod without looking at him.
“She’s the one that got away, huh?”
“You have no idea, man,” I whispered.
I stood up and that was all that was needed to get Anna’s attention.
Maybe because I was the tallest guy in the place.
When she saw me, her face dropped and she swallowed hard.
Not exactly the reaction I wanted, but it was what I expected.
As she got closer to me, I had no idea what the protocol was now.
Hug her? Shake her hand? Do nothing?
I ended up pointing to a barstool.
“Take a seat, Anna,” I said with a smirk.
“Are you trying to mimic me?”
“Maybe.”
“And what is this beautiful woman drinking?” Chuck asked.
Chuck had thinning red hair and a mustache that curled up at the ends.
A million-dollar smile and nothing to hide behind his seventy-year-old eyes.
“Chuck, this is Anna,” I said. “Anna, this is Chuck. He knows how everything works, right?”
“I serve the drinks,” Chuck said. “I see nothing. I know nothing.”
“I’ll have what he’s having,” Anna said, nodding to me.
“I started without you,” I said.
“That’s nice of you to do.”
“Hey, I don’t know what this is. I don’t want to give the wrong impression. Not after what happened yesterday.”
Anna shut her eyes and cringed. “Joe…”
“I’m messing around,” I said. “Lighten up a little, Anna. It’s me. Okay? It’s me.”
She opened her eyes and our eyes met.
She sighed. “That’s the problem.”
“What is?”
“It’s you.”
“I’m the problem?” I asked.
“You’re always the problem. You know that.”