In the end, when I came back inside, my place by the bar was taken. I had no choice but to get myself another beer and look for a seat somewhere else. The woman seemed too busy to chat with me anyway.
Only late in the night, when the bar started getting empty, did she have time to chat with me again.
I moved back to the bar by then. The boy was on the floor, cleaning the tables, giving us a perfect opportunity to talk.
"So, how is Evan at work?" I started the conversation.
"At work?" The woman was organizing bottles behind the counter, getting ready to close. "He's a great employee, I have nothing to complain about. He's friendly, hardworking, helpful, cheerful, good at dealing with different sorts of customers, always on time… Although I must say, I am very curious about the places he worked at before."
I raised my eyebrows. "Why?"