"Chase? Since he moved to New York for his job, we've been talking less often... but the relationship is going well enough, considering our busy schedules and the time difference." Alyssa sipped at her beer again, but this time she kept her gaze fixed on Sam, who seemed to be having some rough times himself. He looked a little more disheveled than she remembered him being, likely a consequence of the late shift and some mild discontent with his current lot in life.<br/><br/>She nodded vaguely as she drank her beer, more comfortable here than she would be anywhere else. Others might describe the bar as a dump, but Alyssa didn't see it that way - it was small and comfortable, and Jake, the bartender, was more hospitable than many of the snooty bartenders she'd met in the past (and at the so-called "fancier" bars, no less!). She'd come to like the quiet atmosphere, the worn and padded chairs, and even the stained tables beyond the main bar.<br/><br/>"Are you going to look for a new job, then? With your skills, I'm sure you could find a better-paying job with better hours at some other company," Alyssa pointed out.