She turned to face him on her stool, resting her chin on one palm, her eyes sweeping over him appreciatively. “Not as often as I’d like, but I’m sure I could be convinced to frequent it more,” she said with a smirk of her own. Bobbi hadn’t been out to a bar since the night of her birthday, and she hoped that she’d be able to remember significantly more of this night than that one.
She flagged down the bartender. “What’s your poison, Flynn? First round’s on me.”
”Whatever you’re having, darling, I’m certain I’ll like it too.” He spun on his stool with a wry grin and slid an arm around her hip on the seat. She was too pretty to be a government employee, in his opinion. He struck her as a sort of character from his lifestyle, which intrigued him more than he’d let on. He leaned back, letting his fingers trace along the small of her back as he flashed her a cheeky wink.
“I’ll cover the next round then, shall I?”