He resists a sigh of relief. Oh good, so he’s not going to get yelled at by a strange woman in a bar….tonight.
"Fair enough. I’ll keep my opinions to myself, however." Which was fine by him, he was a bit wary of the girl now. Intrigued, but wary. What was her story?
Come on now, Pierce. He chided himself. You need to stop wanting to help every sob story out there, every girl with an interesting past, every person who you assume needs your help. He shook his head, ridding himself of his conscience before taking a sip of his drink.
"Can I offer you a drink?" He asked finally, turning his eyes onto the woman again. "Might at least sweeten you up a little bit." He smiled softly, not flirty, not rude, just an honest smile.
Tanya shot him a cold glare before the better part of her mind came to her. She already gave him the 'no flirting' talk and he was offering free drinks. She liked drinks. She liked free things. And he clearly wasn't planning on leaving any time soon.