"Don't worry, honey, I'll fix you up with our only red wine. We're known for our beer and the hard stuff, but we keep a bit of wine on hand. You stayin' at the Inn?"
I really needed that wine; it always added a small boost to my courage. "Yes, I am."
"Okay, pick what you want off the menu. I'll grab you a glass and be right back for your order."
She winked at me and I realized I needed to loosen up a bit more; the wine would help. I also needed to remember I had dreams of being a successful journalist. I needed to tough uncomfortable situations out and grow some balls. I took a sip of water, stiffened my spine, and looked around. More pictures of the local rugby teams lined the walls. Trophies and plaques too. The entire tavern paid homage to rugby.
Estella set my wine glass down. "What did you decide, hun?"
My smile was a bit wider this time. "I'll have the dinner salad."
