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.

Easier, but then I wouldn't get to listen to a beautiful voice sharing a drink with me.

[He gives her hand a squeeze as it rests on his arm.]

You want to try a bite of mine?

It is nice. Soothing. A little musical. That and a person's scent are what I notice first.

Sure. I do love a good fry.

[He cuts off part of his sub and moves his plate towards her so that she can take it onto hers, and put some fries on his.]

Too much perfume is sensory overload for me, so I'm with you on that. A good soap is sometimes more than enough.

[He took a bite of the fries, smiling as she shares in return what she found attractive about him.]

Yeah? Good to know. I figured it wasn't gonna be the Hell's Kitchen accent.

It's a really nice scent. Clean and fresh.

I've never lived anywhere else but the Kitchen and around it. I think if my accent isn't strong, it's just because I hear accents so well that my own got muted or... combined with a lot of others.

I guess I never noticed really how I sound. At least, not many people talk about it. I can fake other people's accents pretty easily though, so yeah, picking up on them easily is my best guess for why my own accent isn't that strong. Who knows, maybe yours will turn New York eventually.