"What do you say to a couple beers my treat?" Grins wide holding out a cold beer.
Strade grabs the glass. Only a fool would turn down free alcohol.
“Danke, my friend,” he says. He leans over and taps on the rim of your glass. “I love this place. I always meet likeminded people.”
Something glitters in your drink, just for a second. Strade keeps your gaze and smiles.














