*Xander*

Every once in a while, I caught a glimpse of Lena in the crowd, her platinum blonde hair piled high on the top of her head, which made her a few inches taller than she normally was, but she was still very short, and disappeared often in the swell of people lingering in large groups around the bar.

I clutched my pint of beer as I watched her talk to the dark haired man, who occasionally looked in my direction, giving me a careful eye.

He ...