Hey, you might not lose. Maybe you'll kick my ass, I can see you secretly being a pool shark. Either way, if we're not good, we could help one another figure out how to play better. I wouldn't mind you showing me some pointers. Get as close as you need to demonstrate.

It can be the literal blind leading the proverbial blind in this case, then. I'm game if you are. I'm not that competitive. [Lies.] Maybe a little competitive. I like for everyone to have fun though, so we'll take it easy.

What is your game, then? So you can give it back to me.

You drive a hard bargain, Ms. Rowe, but I think I can happily agree to those terms. Let's eat first then we can work off the calories.

[He helped himself to another wing and tempura piece.]

Well now you got my hopes up about the wrestling. I'm open to dancing, though. I've done it in the past, you'll just have to lead in public.

[He hears the uptick and hides a smile with a sip of his drink.]

Now I gotta know, have you really oil wrestled? And I trust you to lead without stepping on toes or waltzing into any walls.

I'm imagining it in more ways than one, trust me.

[He says it teasingly, nudging her foot back. Although he hasn't 'seen' her in his way, he realizes. She's felt his face, but he has yet to feel hers.]

Sounds like a fair trade. So who taught you how to dance? I guess it might have been a lot of people over the years. Do you have a favorite style?

Very vivid, I can't complain.

[When the waitress returned Matt let Stella go first and then put in his dinner order, along with a drink refill.]

I'm with you, actually. I love a good waltz. Or tango.

We will.

You know, my law office is just down the street. I used to come here all the time with my former partner.

It is, yeah. I didn't come to it as often this past year, but with everything going on in the city, I've picked back up coming here again.

It is a good crowd. They're good people.

[It simply had hurt too much to visit for a long time after Foggy died and Karen moved out of state. Like something was missing even when the place was packed and crowded. Now that Josie's is the homebase of the army he's building, Matt has been slowly getting reacclimated to the location and people he has genuinely missed. Josie's is one of the few places that feels like a part of home to him.

He thanks the waitress when their food and drinks arrive. He's opted for an Italian parm sub.]

So, do you have a place like this by your university that you visit a lot?

Yeah, that makes sense. It was always awkward and a little cringy when running into a professor near the campus. You expect them to stay in their ivory towers, not having a pint.

You'll have to share this cocktail bar with me sometime. Bonus points if there's a piano there that can be played.

I guess everyone thinking you live in your office is better than everyone thinking I spend my time chasing down ambulances.

Sounds like a plan, then. Hopefully I won't be too rusty.

I promise this hasn't all been a nefarious plan to finally get access to a piano again.