Just standing there, waiting for her clerk to finish his business she started to feel uneasy. With a sigh of defeat she went over to the bar, moving her slender body through the crowd as she tried not to bump too many with her bag that dangled happiply from her shoulder. Maybe she should have brought a smaller one . . . Then again, she never new what her clerk would have for her. She sat down between a woman who was picking at her fish and chips and seemingly didn‘t enjoy it much and a man with a small beard and dark eyes who just looked like plain trouble. Well, she‘d have to wait a while for the time being. Bending over the counter she waved for the bartender who came rushing by. With a smile she gave up her order: „Hello! I‘d like a large glass of water, please.“ Her voice was soft and barely carried over the noise of her surroundings. The man ogled at her. „Pardon, Missy?“ She sighed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. „A GLASS OF WATER!“ she almost shouted. The man started laughing. „We don‘t serve no water here!“ Disbelief and frustration played in her features. Was the guy serious?!

When the bartender went away without another word Eyja almost collapsed onto the bar chair. She had been defeated because of a glass of water . . . How ludicrous! She looked over to the table of the man she was waiting for. He was still in deep conversation. At least she had a place to sit. Her gaze wandered to the woman. She smiled friendly before continuing her scan through the crowd. A little nervous she started playing with her pendant. The man next to her seemed somewhat . . . off . . . She couldn‘t quite grasp it. Perhaps it was just the heat in the room or the sound level surrounding her. Maybe it even just was hunger. She‘d had nothing since breakfast and she wouldn‘t be home for another few hours. Maybe she should get something here. The thought lingered for a moment before she shook her head. No, if she asked for a salad the man would probably throw her out entirely!