[Cassian knew all the tactics and techniques for picking someone up at a bar. It was frequently the meeting of choice for informants or potential allies or marks. He was in the market for none of those things now. Not even for a genuine pick up. But the woman's obvious sense of loss pulled at him, and he wondered if he could use any of those techniques simply… without being misunderstood… to cheer someone up.
Sliding over one stool, leaving an empty one between them, Cassian said—not smoothly, but sincerely,]
The Bar
Sliding over one stool, leaving an empty one between them, Cassian said—not smoothly, but sincerely,]
Want some company?