Logan had been a little relieved that Wesley wasn't seated at the bar. As he had neared the table in the corner, he'd been surprised--in a good way--to see that a chair had been moved aside for him.

At Wesley's nod, Logan pushed his chair up to the table and set the brakes. "Hi," he said, giving him a firm handshake. "It's good to meet you, too. And please, call me Logan."

He nodded his thanks about ordering what he wanted and glanced towards the bar, wondering if this was a 'go to the bar and get your drink' sort of lounge, or if they came and took your order. If it seemed to be the former, which would be kind of problematic, he figured he'd wait awhile.

"Yeah, the trip down was fine," he replied. "Surprisingly little traffic. How about yours? Have you been here long?"