[he takes the offered avocado margarita, experimental sip, tip of his tongue darting out to lick away the last bits of salt still clinging to his lips. a low pleased rumble sounds from his side of the table. he can't complain about that one bit.]

And I wasn't expecting to meet a sports reporter. My hobbies aren't exactly covered by traditional news media. At least not in that section of the paper.

[he says it with a laugh, reaching for his own blood orange on the rocks. its bright, tart flavor and the hint of berry finish is refreshing. robbie slides his glass toward her. only seems fair to share and share alike.]