"...Cute," she breathed her verdict with a smile and only now hinted at some potential knowledge of who he was in any fictional capacity. But the point became moot as some non-descript irish red was set in front of her -- frothing in the glass, and otherwise nameless. Claire leaned into the drink and gave gave it an experimental first drink, quick to swipe the foam off her nose. All in all, she liked it.

"And here I was, expecting you to be drinking Molson or Moosehead or Alexander Keith's." Living in Maine had some benefits when it came to beer variety, but so too did spending hours-long layovers in Canadian airports between business trips.