Lost In Thought
After ordering their drinks and some food at the bar, they sat down at a table next to the window. The bar they sat in had that typical bar-like smell; a mixture of stale ales and beers, polish, and cleaning solution to hide the age of spilt alcohol over the years. The music playing was from an old jukebox, adding to the charm of such a place. The only other bars Aila had ever been to would be back at the student bars and clubs; even then, the smell was the same but covered with sweat, but the décor was more of a modern finish, unlike this place.
Aila was content though, it was away from everything happening, and it felt nice to be in a slightly busy bar. She sat comfortably in silence as she people watched; their spot was the perfect location to do so. Whether that was from the near-empty streets outside or some regulars in the bar who asked the barmaid personal questions only a regular would ask about.