“What can I get ya?” The bartender asked.
“Do you have a dry stout?” Clara asked on a whim, given that it fit the decor.
“I’ll have that,” Clara said after returning in sync with time. “Say, what’s the special for tonight?”
“Tonight we have braised lamb shanks stew, and pan seared sea scallops and mushrooms,” the bartender replied.
Those options drove home how much she missed having a kitchen of her own. In the end it was her stomach that voted. The odour of the lamb shanks wafting in from the kitchen sealed the deal.
“That lamb shank stew sounds devine,” Clara said. “Please and thank you.”
A part of her wanted to mimic his accent but held back. Getting involved in an in-depth conversation on what part of the island she was hailed from would complicate matters. He wouldn’t believe the answer.
“Coming right up my darling,” the bartender added with a wink.
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