Eyes fluttered to the gentleman in front of her, watching him curiously from her seat. He was an attractive man with a boyish cuteness to his feature. But he was no boy. There was a sense of age to him. This man had certainly been around the block once or twice. But there was something about him that Amelia just couldn't put her finger on. Amelia didn't recall seeing him before, so that wasn't it. While it was confusing, Amelia refused to be rude. After all, she was a lady.
His words cause a smile to spread across her lips. She couldn't hold back the light giggle that left her lips. "You're fine. I'm here by myself tonight." He didn't have to know that she was single or that she was new in town. That information was more need-to-know and Amelia was quite certain that he didn't need to know at this time.
She asks if he wants a drink and that seems to lighten the mood. Usually Amelia was the one who liked to be asked if she wanted a drink, but he seemed a little on edge so Amelia was just trying to lighten the mood. She wasn't sure why he felt so uncomfortable. At any rate, she asked. His answer was typical...whiskey. What was it about men and whiskey. As the waiter took their order, Amelia spoke. "Red wine for me." While traditionally a womanly beverage, Amelia enjoyed a glass every now and then. After all, it was just enough to lighten the mood, but never enough to get her drunk. Amelia was never drunk. She never let herself get to such a point.
As the waiter turned to head back towards the bar to gather their drinks, she turned her gaze back on the gentleman in front of her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Troy. Please, call me Amelia." Thankfully her name was easy enough to remember. She had met some foreign women whose names were sold old people didn't even have the right alphabet to speak their names. "So tell me, Troy, surely you came here with someone tonight?" Such a nice establishment couldn't be a known place to pick up hook-ups. It was nice. This is the type of place where one would expect to run into couples, not single individuals.

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