Fran hadn’t expected for the male to actually approach her but before she knew it, he was sitting next to her. She returned the smile, wondering when her other self would sober up enough that she would take back over. Someone would be in the shock of their life if she suddenly switched. “That may be the understatement of the year.” Her brows furrowed slightly at his accent, trying to place it. “You’re not from around here, are you?” She asked rather dumbly, feeling like it’d be rude to just flat out ask him where he was from. “I’m Fran.”
“You would think there would be there more fun things to do in a town where magic exists.” He said, chuckling softly before motioning for the bartender to bring him another beer. Popping the top off and taking a swig, he couldn’t help but chuckle at her sudden curiosity. “I’m originally from England. I came here about two years ago to visit some family and fell in love. I’m quite glad my accent has managed to stay. They say you lose it after a while.” He said, holding out his hand for her to shake. “Its lovely to meet you, Fran. I’m Brady.”














