but it could also be classical. Country? I don’t know. I’m a
terrible friend, obviously. I just never go out when I get invited
because I hardly ever have anyone to go with. Everyone is
always busy and uh- when I’ve been with- err- other people,
dating that is- no one ever wanted to go.”
“Well, I’m glad I can be the first. That makes it extra-
special, I think.”
It only took another fifteen minutes to get to the pub.
The place was larger than Quinn thought it would be. The
windows were all stained glass, and the inside was lit with a
combination of industrial looking ceiling lights and pot lights
overhead. The tables were solid wood with iron legs and the
chairs matched. The place had that modern vibe where
everything was warehousey looking. The building itself was
done in brick with a black sign hanging over the door. It was
supposed to look old, but it was obvious that it was just a
façade on the front. Still. The place was nice and the gentle
hum of conversation, the warm wood floors and good lighting,
and the friendly servers made it feel comfortable and homey.
Dallas ordered a glass of raspberry ale, but Quinn stuck
with soda since she was driving.
“The band hasn’t started yet,” Dallas said. She picked
up the single laminated sheet that served as the menu. “We
made it on time.”
“Yes. They go on at six-thirty and it’s only five-thirty.
They’ll probably come in soon and start setting up.”
“Right.” Dallas flipped the menu across the table and
pointed. “I’m starving and there’s a ton of things that look
good here. Want to split it?”
“Yes! I’m starved too.”