Manhattan Bar and Lounge

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Willis stared down at the notepad in the center of the table, and turned the bottom end around to face him. Numbers, calculations, crudly drawn graphs. I think I might need a Rosetta Stone to understand this gibberish, Willis thought to himself.

"Just need some outside advise on it. Just can't seem to get it efficient enough to even bother trying to show anyone the idea... Well, at the moment anyway."

Willis continued staring at the notepad, now oblivious to the environment around him. Amongst the scrawl, half finished equations and unlabelled diagrams, Willis' eyes met a sketch of what appeared to be some kind of experimental generator.

"Anyway, take a seat, you make the place look untidy"

Willis smirked, then realized he was still standing whilst reading the notepad, and promptly sat down.
"Right, well lets see what we have here," Willis began pouring over the sketch at the bottom of the notepad. There was nothing wrong with her calculations, but perhapse the design itself?

He looked up to find Amanda glancing across the bar, looking towards a navy officer. He took the pen from the center of the table and began making his own sketch in the corner of the notepad. Willis liked to keep ideas simple, basic. It meant that fewer things could go wrong, but also made his designs more reliable and usually cheaper to manufacture.Willis quickly finnished his sketch then glanced back up at Amanda. Her drink was almost empty.

"Why don't I let you have a look at this, and I'll go get you another drink," Willis cracked a smile, handed the notepad and pen back to Amanda then walked back towards the bar.