Watching as he moved in his chair to face her, Izzy had not noticed the effort involved in turning in the slightest. In her experience, bar stools were often stiff and difficult to turn, so any effort on his part would have been dismissed away immediately.
Moving her hand back to her drink, she nodded her head towards him. “Nice to meet you Eric” she responded with a smile before raising her drink to her lips. “Just a rum and coke, nothing too fancy. What about you?” she asked curiously.
Pressing her lips together for a moment, her eyes moved over him before her face lit up slightly. “Not to sound like a stalker, but I think I’ve seen you before. Do you live over at PVA?”