The following afternoon before the crowds picked up at the bar, Ryan called Mary into his office. The petite blonde entered and closed the door behind her.
“What’s up?” she asked, still holding the towel she’d been using to wipe down the bar.
“Remember when you asked about setting up a speed dating night?”
“Yeah, I remember. You shot me down.”
Ryan smiled at the spunk of his manager. “I didn’t shoot you down. I had other, more pressing projects. Like running another bar. Do you still have the information?”
Mary hopped a little with excitement. “I can do it?” She straightened. “I mean, we can do it?”
“Put together the information. How long will it take to plan it, what would the bar be responsible for, how many people we’d need on staff, how much business we’d lose to close for the ev
