He found her bashfulness endearing, seeing how she didn't look like the kind of person who wasn't used to compliments. When she once again referred to the fire haired troublemaker, the corners of his lips lifted into another amused smirk. "I'm sure she will," he replied through another chuckle, turning away from her for a moment in order to take in the room. He wasn't used to any of this, having never been a man who lived above middle class, so he was acting more comfortable with his surroundings than he actually was. When she asked what he wanted to do, he turned towards her again.
""I'd like to try not to think about what brought us here...or more specifically, whom." He turned more towards her, finally addressing the situation - best to get it out in the open early on, seeing how they were both probably thinking the same thing. "What matters now is that we're here; so we can either make the best of the situation, or we can walk on eggshells the whole night just because we feel obligated to get along." Again, he was a man who spoke his mind. He just thought it was better to be honest than play pretend all night.
"So I say we get a drink - because we could both use one - find a seat, and take it from there." That was his offer, and he hoped she accepted it.
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