Enim took a seat right in front of a long table where other stools and customers were set.
From a gaze, she watched the view of the city through the ceiling-to-floor window.
She crossed her legs and tapped her foot gently beat by beat to the rhythm of the jazz music that was played at the bar.
She stretched her hand as she took a sip of her Long Island tea from its cup.
Her face was full of satisfaction as she moved with the rhythm of the jazz until she was interrupted by the sound of her phone call ringtone.
She took it from the table to see the caller ID was unknown.
With a little frown on her face, she answered the phone call.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Enim, this is Phoebe, I'm at the bar, where are you seated?"
Enim dropped her phone so she could survey around and once she noticed where she was.
She spoke into the phone.
"I've found you, I'm coming," she ended the call and then approached Phoebe.
