She shuffles back, walking over to the bar instead, taking deep breaths to calm herself. "I'll have a shot of whiskey," she says to the bar man, her eyes darting over to Draco who is still unaware of her presence.
What is he doing here?
A tinge of happiness strikes her heart seeing him again. She thought he had truly left the city like the manager at that bar suggested but then, why is he at table seven?
She glances at Draco again as another guy joins him at the table. Draco stands up to shake the guy's hand and offers him a seat. The stranger looks quite hideous. A burn scar covering half of his face and he steps a briefcase down in front of him to take his seat.
"Here you go miss, anything else," the voice of the bartender brings her attention back to him. She hisses, grabb
