Author's Note: Hello! This my newest story called "She and He". This isn't finished yet, so expect updates (and perhaps some cliffhangers!). I wrote another story of this account called "Find Me" which unfortunately was lost when I got a new laptop. Thank you for all the nice comments on that story by the way! I can continue that story if you guys are still into it, just let me know in the reviews! Thanks!

As for this story: This story is strange. I'd say Season 2 finale spoilers a few chapters later, but this chapter doesn't have any spoilers of anything that has happened in the whole television show. You'll see why. I own nothing in this story. Review anything new you want to see or any ideas, they are really nice to read. Thanks again and enjoy "She and He"!

She sat on the farthest stool, her hand on top of the opening of the beer bottle, not taken a sip, searching for a drunken fight to record on her phone, perhaps. The bar was buzzing with all kinds of people, and the bartenders were working quickly, shaking and serving drinks, to please the crowd. Alas, no one was drunk enough yet to fight. That wasn't her point of coming here, but if you catch a fight, that's a bonus.

He strolled into the bar, smiling, holding the door for about seven people before entering himself. He ordered the same beer as her, Miller Lite, and sat next to her, not even noticing her.

She frowned. Her personal area had been invaded.

When the man's beer came, he quietly sipped it, now noticing her, but not moving or scooting away. About two stools down, there were two girls taking shots, but she felt like it was just the two of them sitting, and she could think of about five places he could go instead of here.

She decided to say something to him. "Nice taste." She said, straightening her back and commenting on his beer.

He looked at her. "Ah, same goes for you."

After a little silence, she added, "Why that stool, though?"

"It's not the stool itself, though it is a great stool; it's because of the person sitting next to the stool."

She looked around. "Who? It's just me."

He laughed. "Girls like you do not just say 'it's just me'."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She said, taking her first sip of her drink. She frowned again, because while he talked to her, it made her smile. "Wait, I know what you are?"

"A human?" He joked.

"You're one of those creepy guys at bars, aren't you?"

"Ok, calm down. Not every guy you meet at a bar is a psychopath, ok?" He didn't sound offended, just surprised.

Finally, she smiled and stuck out her hand. "I'm Hailey."

He slowly went for her hand and shook it slowly; staring at her like she was a never-before-seen almost extinct animal at the zoo.

She stopped his glance. "And you are?" She asked.

"Astonished." He said and changed the look he had on his face to the happier one she first saw him with. "I'm Austin."

"Hi, Austin." Hailey let go of his firm hand and finished her beer, then checking her watch. "It was great talking to you, but I really got to get going." She left a 5 dollar bill on the table and stared to go, but Austin stopped her.

"Wait, I want to talk to you again." He said, looking in her eyes. Jeez, it was so hypnotizing.

She smiled for probably the third time this night. "You want to see me again?" She took out a pen and took his hand, writing her number. "Be a food critic. Come down to my restaurant on Thursday, Text me your number beforehand and text you the address. We're still starting up, and I need an honest opinion before we try to expand."

He nodded. "You can count on me." He replied.

"Good." She replied. "I'll see you then."

Hailey walked away, and heard, "The food any good?" from Austin.

She turned around. "Trust me, once we're huge, it will truly be a magical place."