Annaleigh thanked the bartender as he brought out a tray of small glasses of beer. Where should she even start... the hard cider, the lager, the wheat ale? They had all come with high praise from her friends who recommended the place. She decided to go for the sour. She took a sip and tried to recognize the flavor profile... guava, honeysuckle... or was it passionfruit? She was about to ask the bartender before realizing he was occupied with a new patron. She turned to look at him and saw him flash a smile at her. She gave him a polite smile before turning away, and suddenly it hit her. She did a double take and almost spit out her drink. Hunter Bennett? He had literally just been on her television screen a few days before, playing for England in the World Cup semifinals (OOC: and/or finals, whenever the results come out ). Annaleigh stood up a bit straighter, feeling a bit dizzy all of a sudden. She had met dozens of Quidditch players in her lifetime, but Hunter Bennett was a world-famous celebrity. She hardly knew how to conduct herself around someone this important, but she knew that the last thing she should do was freak out and fangirl the way that she wanted to. He had surely had a long month with the World Cup and all. He probably came here to unwind, not to sign autographs or anything.
Annaleigh took a deep breath and turned over to him, seeing that he had the same beer flight that she had. She laughed a bit at his quip. "You should try the sour. I'm trying to figure out what it tastes like... does it taste like passionfruit to you?" she asked, swirling the drink around in her glass before taking another sip. "I think it's passionfruit, but there's something else," she said, racking her brain for a moment. He probably had a more refined palate than she did, so she wondered what his thoughts were.