She notices that he chooses to sit himself a little closer, and it does nothing to stop the thought that have started to run through her head. Like, what if he is interested in her? As mad as that sounds, what if he genuinely wants more from her that a casual drink in the pub. What would she do?

She tells herself she's undecided, but there's no denying the tense breath that flows through her as she goes to cross her legs, trying to maintain an image of composure.

"Oh, I'll be alright with just the one," she assures him. She's done the bar scene enough times to know what she can or can't handle.