Cait popped too aspirin in her mouth and started to jug a fizzy water as her buzz subsided and a headache slipped in to fill the gaps. Dinner had been a fun distraction and, Cait told herself, a great way to solidify her friendship with her new roomie. Thinking about their antics and the show they put on for the Mongolian barbeque clientele made her blush horribly, even only after an hour or so of having left there. The way they had hung on each other, how loud they had been, how giggly and intoxicated they had become. And the bartender...<br/><br/>"Excuse me."<br/><br/>"Huh?" Cait blinked back the dazed looked on her face (not to mention trying to hide the grin and blush that the memory of that man behind the bar had brought. "Oh, yes, sorry.. " Cait realized she had taken down and re-stocked the same shelf three times. She turned to find a grandmother and her small granddaughter staring up at the silly shop-owner with an odd look on their faces. "Hi, welcome. Sorry. I was....um... day dreaming up new scents!" She smiled and tried to reclaim the sale she was so sure she had lost. It took about fifteen minutes more but soon the woman was out the door with two large pillar candles and a box of votives.<br/><br/>The customer left and Caitlin noted the time.<em>7:30. Oh my, what a day. </em>She went about the business of closing up shop but didn't yet locked the door or turn off the "Open" sign. But really, no one came running to her shop, hoping it was still open for that oh so important last minute candle buy. She kicked off her sandals and started to untie the long ribbon that kept her hair in a braid. Her soft red hair cascaded down her shoulders and spilled across her white lacy blouse. She flipped on some soft folk/pop music (leaving the volume down as to not offend her still throbbing head) and sang along softly as she closed down the register and swept up a bit. The sexy bartender came flooding back into her imagination and she began to slow dance with her broom, twirling and showing off for<del>him</del>it. She hadn't done much in the way of taming the day's dust bunnies but, soon getting quite dizzy, she did one final sweep and twirl - practically knocking off the man who just then walked in the front door.<br/><br/>"Oh my god!"<br/><br/>Cait instantly dropped the broom and took a step back from the man she flew into. "I am .. so... sorry."<em>That's twice tonight ditsy, you have got to stop thinking about that.....man....who was right in front of her. He was... even more handsome now, standing in front away from the dim light of the bar. Tall and with striking eyes and a strong jaw that she couldn't help but want to trace with her lips and tongue. </em>Extremely embarrassed and almost thinking she was daydreaming, Cait cleared her throat and ran her fingers through her hair, sweeping it back over her shoulders. Was it a coincidence? Did he remember her?<br/><br/>"Where are my manners... welcome to my shop! Can I help you find something?"