"Alright, we're here," said Andrea, pulling her car up to the curb. "Are you going to tell me where 'here' is and why you've been grinning to yourself the entire way?"
Kyle had been unusually quiet, just giving directions but refusing to elaborate. Now they had arrived, he pointed at the bar across the street from where they were parked.
"The Pig and Whistle," read Andrea. "Doesn't exactly look like your sort of establishment."
"And what would you know about the kind of establishment I like to frequent?" Kyle said with a mock pretentious air.
On reflection, Andrea realized she really didn't know what kind of places Kyle enjoyed going to. Back when she thought of him as King-of-the-Tims, she'd assumed he would hang out in douchey wine-bars and nightclubs.
