The bar was a nice one--not crowded, which made sense for a weekday, but not loud either. The music would fill in gaps in conversation, but it wasn't pounding so hard that they wouldn't be able to hear each other. The place looked like it was well-cared for, and the lighting, with its hint of blue shadows, would make any encounter seem more intimate. Foreman wondered if Amber came here often. The atmosphere went with the smile she'd given him as she'd driven away, promising and playful. He pressed his lips together, nodding to himself, impressed. She had good taste.
Before he'd moved far into the main room, Foreman caught a waiter's attention and described Amber to him. By the pained expression that the waiter tried to hide, he'd already encountered Amber and not favourably. Foreman held back a laugh, but actually, he'd bet that Amber had demanded better service than the waiter was willing to give. Another point in her favour. He followed the waiter's gesture to find Amber already seated.
Foreman walked up to the table from behind Amber, grinning to himself for the moment that she didn't know he was coming. She'd initiated the touching, and he'd take the opportunity to follow up. When he got close, he leaned down to speak close to her ear. "Very nice," he said, his voice warm. He stood and circled the table, nodded around them to show he'd meant the bar, but his smile included her in that assessment. "I might have to come here again."
He took off his coat, hanging it on the coat tree nearby. He pulled out a chair and sat down across from her and gave her a studious look, as though getting down to business. "Do I get any clues before I start guessing?" he asked, since her specialty would be as good a place to start as any. He'd already ruled out a few based on her personality, but he tossed them out anyway, as a starting point. "I'm guessing not pathology or pediatrics. Other than that, it could be pretty open." It wasn't as hard as he made it sound, though. He'd been trained for the last three years in picking up on details that might seem irrelevant until they turned into life or death symptoms. He wouldn't mind putting himself to the test and impressing her with a good guess.
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Before he'd moved far into the main room, Foreman caught a waiter's attention and described Amber to him. By the pained expression that the waiter tried to hide, he'd already encountered Amber and not favourably. Foreman held back a laugh, but actually, he'd bet that Amber had demanded better service than the waiter was willing to give. Another point in her favour. He followed the waiter's gesture to find Amber already seated.
Foreman walked up to the table from behind Amber, grinning to himself for the moment that she didn't know he was coming. She'd initiated the touching, and he'd take the opportunity to follow up. When he got close, he leaned down to speak close to her ear. "Very nice," he said, his voice warm. He stood and circled the table, nodded around them to show he'd meant the bar, but his smile included her in that assessment. "I might have to come here again."
He took off his coat, hanging it on the coat tree nearby. He pulled out a chair and sat down across from her and gave her a studious look, as though getting down to business. "Do I get any clues before I start guessing?" he asked, since her specialty would be as good a place to start as any. He'd already ruled out a few based on her personality, but he tossed them out anyway, as a starting point. "I'm guessing not pathology or pediatrics. Other than that, it could be pretty open." It wasn't as hard as he made it sound, though. He'd been trained for the last three years in picking up on details that might seem irrelevant until they turned into life or death symptoms. He wouldn't mind putting himself to the test and impressing her with a good guess.