She looks great (since when does she not?) and Nate nods in acknowledgement, hovering by one of the many poured-concrete columns supporting their strange little sports bar. When she makes her way over to him he gestures at the table in the corner, pressed up against the storefront windows, directly adjacent to the door, as if indicating that this is where he intends to seat them.
Nate lets it hang in the air just long enough to be funny before grinning. ]
I'm messing with you, it's over here. [ A quick head-jerk off to his left, to an empty table closer to the bar. ] You look nice.
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She looks great (since when does she not?) and Nate nods in acknowledgement, hovering by one of the many poured-concrete columns supporting their strange little sports bar. When she makes her way over to him he gestures at the table in the corner, pressed up against the storefront windows, directly adjacent to the door, as if indicating that this is where he intends to seat them.
Nate lets it hang in the air just long enough to be funny before grinning. ]
I'm messing with you, it's over here. [ A quick head-jerk off to his left, to an empty table closer to the bar. ] You look nice.