Go Somewhere Together

The Barkeep looks to the door, a restless glint in her eyes. “I need to get out of here. Not just this bar. The whole damn city. It’s been far too long since I I’ve set foot anywhere new.”

The Patron watches her, raises an eyebrow, ready to probe further. “The world is your oyster. So shuck it—where do you want to go?”

She shakes her head. “That’s the trouble. I don’t know. Somewhere old, somewhere new? Near or far? Can’t make up my mind.”

He grins, leaning in. “I’ve been itching to get out myself. Got a few ideas on the back burner; maybe one of them will light your spark.”