Perhaps not at a bar, but! I remember some things now.

[ and now there is a buoyancy in her tone, a fluttering giddiness in her disposition that she can barely contain as she reaches deep into her thoughts for something else to off, to remind him of. ] Late nights, I think. Past curfew, but the – ah, the call of fries past midnight as too strong.

[ another laugh, brighter than ever. already, she can feel the homeyness of a diner booth and the squeak of worn leather and that smile she wears right now turned on him from across the table. that is something. ]