The slight crowd made him comfortable. It made him cocky. Being alone with Jessica, while their inevitable destinies pointed to that, wasn't safe just now. Not like it used to be. He double takes as she sits down, smiling broadly, charmingly as he turns in his seat to face her.

"Jessica! So glad you could make it. I wasn't sure if you'd get my message."

The glance and nod to the bartender, freeing him to do as she asked, was almost an afterthought and his attention was returned to her as though nothing were the matter.

"I suppose we're lucky I chose a place that didn't have a dress code," he continued, with a glance down at the jeans and boots. "Not that it really matters."

She was there; that was all that mattered. Sitting there, talking to him. Delightful.