[Primrose]

Primrose watched the mysterious person very closely. Then a man walked in front of her blocking her view of the figure. When the man moved out of the way, the mysterious figure had gone.
“Any one else sitting here? Mind if I do?” The man that had walked in front of her was talking to her now. The little startled Hobbit spilt her drink.
“Oops,” Primrose blushed, “Sorry ‘bout that, you startled me. No one is sitting in that seat. Would you like to join me?”
“That is very kind of you to offer. Here let me buy you another drink.” The man called for a bartender, “and you said your name was.”
“’tis rude of me, not introducing myself to a very nice stranger, my name is that of Primrose Banks, from Rushey. And may I ask you yours?”