<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/Doctor_Katrina_Kyle.jpeg)</div>The lightheartedness after Courtney's acceptance, and subsequent offer to work at the bar quickly goes down the tubes as someone I've seen around, but never spoken to enters.<br/><br/>Her body language speaks volumes as she scans the packed room, and it doesn't take me long to work out who the girl is when she claps eyes on Courtney.<br/><br/>As part of my job, I know when is a good time to speak, and when to just observe, so I settled back casually in my seat, and let my eyes and ears take in everything that was happening, so I could make sense to it later. The only problem was, I was too far away to catch some things without being obvious; but then an idea struck.<br/><br/><strong>"Let me collect the glasses for you Mechelle,"</strong>I offered, getting up and picking up the closest empty.<strong>"It looks like you are rushed off your feet, and it's the least I can do to help."</strong><br/>