The post-work and inbound weekend rush was already beginning to pour into Alibi when Katarina pulled up. She'd come stag tonight, not yet telling her own boyfriend where she was headed off to after leaving the office. For all he knew, she'd be having her weekly weekend dinner with Will and Wayne down at the Abbey. That was her intention at first, but tonight she decided to take a detour and steal away to a place she'd been shown over a month ago. Alibi. It was the bar Klaus took her to, on their first outing, on her very first day, when she first met him.
Call it sentiment, call it hope, but she was sitting at the bar for over an hour, hoping that maybe--just maybe--her partner would walk in, so she could talk to him. One-on-one, face-to-face, just a little private conversation to clear the air. It'd been over a week (ten days to be exact) since Klaus saw them kissing on the perch of the stairs beside their door. Since then, she'd been on eggshells everywhere. At the office, off the clock, or even visiting Matt at their flat, which was rare since she didn't want to be rude in his own home. She needed some sort of reassurance, or closure even, to settle whatever negative issue that had pulled them apart.
"You doing alright, love?" Siobhan was tending tonight, and finally made her way over to the end of the bar, where Katarina was sitting. She wiped down the area, around Kat's drink and searched for her eyes, as the agent seemed rather distant. "You've been sipping at the same pint for forty-five minutes, so it's rather concerning, since I've seen the way you drink."
Katarina couldn't help but chuckle, lightly, almost to herself, at the remark. Siobhan was right, last time she'd been there she'd had a few pints, and a double in a matter of a couple of hours so this was a slow pace compared to that. "Long day. Just trying to think through some things."
Siobhan laughed, "Don't think too hard now. Drink up. Next one's on me." She started to ask for the drink orders along the line at the bar, but her voice faded off somewhere into the music coming from the jukebox.
Katarina raised her half-empty glass to the redhead as she walked away, thinking to herself she'd leave a couple of extra notes for Siobhan as thanks for tending to her so well, even without Klaus in her company. Then she sighed. Thinking was always such a necessary evil, but Katarina got so lost into it sometimes she'd make herself sick. It was such a simple dilemma, one would wonder why it was so hard to fathom at all. She had Matt. She loved Matt. Others might even say she'd be rushing into things, thinking that she fell in love with a guy in a week, but she was going with her gut instincts on this one. She loved him.
She. Loved. Him.
Yet...there was Klaus.
Her finger idly tapped on the side of her pint glass as she started to zone out, staring at the bottles along the top shelf behind the bar. She wasn't watching anything in particular, or wanting any of that, she was just staring. Every time a new patron would come through, she'd turn her head to see if it was Klaus. Yet, for the last hour, each time she looked, not a single one of them had been the man she'd been looking for.