The first thing Grace noticed about the place was the old world feel of the place. The bar was made of hardwood and timber. Victortian style decorations were placed around the establishment. A stage stood opposite the bar, small tables and chairs were placed between them in a random pattern.
“You own this place?” She asked him as he took off his hat and hanged it from a peg on the wall.
“Actually I’m the owner of the building. The manager of this place is the owner of the bar, but I get to use it whenever I want. You know, landlord’s privilege.” He said as he pour two glasses of water.
“What’s your name by the way? I can’t keep calling you mad scream-o lady can I?” He asked her as she sat down at a chair.
“Um, Grace. I’m Grace and you are?” She asked him as he brought the water over.
“Jae McCall, nice to meet you Grace.” He responded as he sat down on a chair in front of her.
She took the glass in her hand.
