Calla had been wandering around town a bit when she found her way in one of the local bars. She scanned the room before making her way over to a stool that sat on the end of the bar, giving her the best view of the building. “Paloma please.” The girl requested, making eye contact with the bartender. The red head was definitely in the mood for tequila, grapefruit, and someone to peek her interest. She pulled out her phone and started aimlessly scrolling, lifting her eyes back up once she heard the sound of movement beside her.














