Callum didn’t know why he was there, making his way through the familiar bar downtown to meet a face that was becoming more and more familiar. He couldn’t say he didn’t want to be there and yet he would never say he did want to be there. He was running a few minutes late as he usually did, meaning he didn’t need to wait, but instead spotted the blonde sitting alone at the bar right away. “Jameson ginger,” he ordered without hesitation as he took the stool next to Gemma. “Been here a while?” He asked, turning his attention to the girl.