Aria had just managed to drag Zoe to the relative safety of a high-top table near the bar when the front door burst open again.
It was a sunbeam in human form.
Leo bounced into the pub. He was wearing a mesh t-shirt, baggy cargo pants, and a bucket hat. He was glowing with the kind of unblemished, hydrate-filled youth that made everyone over twenty-five want to buy an eye cream.
"Sister Aria!" Leo yelled, spotting her instantly.
He rushed over, dodging drinks like he was in a video game.
"Leo!" Aria smiled, relieved to see a friendly, non-threatening face. She turned to Zoe, gripping her shoulders.
"Zoe, look. A palate cleanser. He's cute. He's talented. He's legal."
Zoe looked at Leo. She looked at his bucket hat. She looked at the way he was currently doing a subtle dance move while waiting for a high-five.
