"White wine it is," he says with a small grin before walking up to the bar top to order them their drinks. For all his cocktail-mixing on the job, he keeps his own order pretty simple: one beer, and one sauvignon blanc for Faye. He leaves a cash tip on the bar and brings the drinks back as neatly as he can, sipping his glass before settling back into his seat.

"So, should we start with all the normal awkward dating profile banter shit?" he says with a slow, joking grin. "Name your favorite color, band, food, the ten things you'd bring on a deserted island, your typical Monday afternoon at 3pm, that sort of thing?"