I wouldn’t call myself an asset. But I certainly know who you are.

Back at her apartment Robin took her time getting ready for dinner, after texting Kate the name of a small restaurant on the far side of the park where they met.

Not being one for grand entrances she arrived a little early. She admitted to herself that she was eager to see Kate again.

“Perfect, how does 7:30 sound?” Robin threw Kate a little wink and leaned close to say quietly. “If you hadn’t already guessed, I’d rather not wait either.”

Robin laughed and rolled her eyes. “I must be out of practice. I was going for alluring and mysterious.” Accepting her phone back from Kate, she asked, “Tonight or tomorrow, for dinner?”

“I like that idea. Who knows perhaps I could be convinced to share a few secrets of my own.” Robin’s smile was warm and inviting.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well Kate.” Robin’s smile became a little smirk. “What do you do with those lovely muscles of yours, besides captivating all the girls here in the park.”

Robin laughed aloud. “Sharing my name is a small price to pay then. I’m Robin Galding.” She offered the redhead her hand.

“Hmmm,” Robin tapped her chin while giving Kate’s arms the consideration they were due. Stroking the redhead’s bicep with a fingertip she said, “It would appear to be a complete success.”

“Partially?” Robin grinned and raised an eyebrow. Her tone was playful as she continued, “Is there more or are you satisfied with a partial success?”

“Show off,” Robin says jokingly as she watches.

Robin accepts the hug, squeezing Ruby tight and lifting her feet off the floor. “Extra nice eh? I’ll have to work on that.”

“You are very sweet Ruby. You always have been. I’ll have to be extra nice to make it up to you.” She grinned.

“If the old friends are still willing to talk to me, yes.” Robin flashes an embarrassed grin.

Hello!

All are welcome at Neutral Ground, the rich and powerful, the mysterious and monstrous. If you visit, listen carefully. You never know what you might overhear in a tavern, a plot against a king, a horse race being fixed, or a chance at immortality.

Robin owns the tavern now, pays the bills, pours the drinks, and keeps the peace. If her patrons get too rowdy, well she was a soldier once. She hasn’t forgotten how to use the swords hanging over the fireplace, and has learned a trick or two along the way.