Not wanting to be rude, Sabrina made her way to the bar and sat next to Patrick. "So, do you want to kill her or should I?" she asked him.
Patrick shook his head. "I can't believe she did this. She can't possibly think…"
"That you and I would go down that road again," Sabrina finished for him, looking at him with a self-depreciating smile.
"I didn't mean…"
Sabrina reached out and put her hand on top of his on the bar. "I know, Patrick," she smiled. "You were absolutely the last person I expected to see when I walked in here." Except for Michael, she added silently.
When the bartender came over, Sabrina ordered a drink and put down a $10. When Patrick grabbed the money and put it back in her hand and instructed the bartender to put it on his tab, Sabrina said, "Patrick, you don't have to."
"Yes, I do," he replied after the bartender walked away. "I don't want to be that guy who doesn't pay for his date's drink."
"But this isn't a date," Sabrina responded. "Been there, done that. It didn't end well."
"No, it didn't," Patrick agreed. "But there is no reason we can't have a nice dinner and catch up."
Then, he got up and offered her his hand. "Come on. Let's eat."
Sabrina thought for a moment. She was over Patrick. They were ancient history. Nothing beyond dinner was going to happen, so why not have a nice time catching up with a friend. Decided, Sabrina reached out and clasped her hand in his. "Okay. Let's eat."
Patrick hadn't thought about Sabrina in a long time. It wasn't because he didn't care. He did. But they had both moved on with their separate lives. The last time he saw her was over two years ago at the Floating Rib when she'd given him her advice on how to deal with the Jason situation. They were friends, but neither of them had made any effort to contact the other since. The fact that he hadn't given Sabrina much of a thought since that night was part of the reason he was so shocked when he saw her. Of course Elizabeth would think Sabrina was perfect for him considering he once almost married the woman.
He laughed to himself when Sabrina mentioned killing Elizabeth. Leave it to her to try to make light of the awkwardness of being set up with each other. After she broke the ice, they fell right back into their rhythm. It was funny how well he could still read her considering all the time they'd spent apart.
When they got to the table, Patrick waited for her to sit down and then pushed her chair in for her. They engaged in small talk while they waited for their food to come until they ran out of safe topics to discuss.
"So," Sabrina said, slightly awkwardly. "Now that we've covered the weather and town gossip, what do you want to talk about?"