Joel was having a more slow shift, so far cleaning cups and refilling tap beer.

With his back faced to the bar, you clear your throat, sitting down on a stool. As Joel turns around, an immediate grin forms on his lips.

“Was gettin’ skeptical you were gonna show tonight.” Joel remarked, setting down a glass he had been cleaning. “The regular?” Joel looked back at you as his eyebrows raise. Arms propped on either side of him as he leans forward on the counter.