Looking down at her glass for a moment, as if debating it, Izzy swivelled in her chair until she was facing him a little better. Taking in her temporary drinking companion for a moment, a small smile played on the corner of her lips. He certainly was handsome; she could have been doing far worse than him for company at that moment.
“It’s fine, honest” she responded, a little dismissively, not wanting work to take up much more of her thoughts. “Same story everywhere, I’m sure. Inefficient processes, bosses expecting miracles, you know….the usual”
Taking a sip from her drink, she moved her glass to rest back on the edge of the bar. Realising she had not yet introduced herself, she held her hand confidently out in front of her. “I’m Isabelle, by the way, Izzy to my friends”.