"Yes," she said. "From scoundrels. She can't just lay her heart on the line."
"Without knowing a man's true intentions."
He nodded approvingly. "Smart girl."
"And your intentions?"
"You mean here and now?"
"Maybe I don't have any specific intentions," he said.
She shook her head. "Oh, I've known enough men to know they always have specific intentions."
"Always," she said. "So what are yours?"
He breathed in deeply and nonchalantly. "None, really. Just out for the evening hoping to grab dinner, maybe see who's playing tonight."
"But you ended up here."
"I did," he said.
"I'd like to call it serendipity."
"Serendipity," she repeated. "So when you walked in from the restaurant's front door, prowled down one side of the bar only to make a sharp left and beeline it to this very seat..." She tapped the chair he sat in. "That's was just serendipity."
He held back a grin straining to break out on his face. "You make it sound so...contrived."
"Seems I'm busted."
"So I was right?"
He seemed to think about it a bit. "I suppose you could say, when I opened the resturant door, I had every intention of meeting a beautiful woman tonight and in the few steps it took before I got to the opposite side of the bar you caught my eye and somehow I instantly knew you would absolutely fit much of what I would look for in a sexy, beautiful woman. And so, I did, in fact, make my way straight over here without noticing if any of the other woman here were worth my consideration. And, in the short time we've been speaking, I've found you to be engaging, witty and smart. Further, if we ever spent even more time together my interest would only grow. I suppose you could say all that."
"Or I suppose you could say that there are only seven women at this bar. Two are rubbing shoulders with the men they are sitting beside. One looks a wine glass short of plastered. Another has a scowl on her face. Two others are painfully unattractive. Leaving, well..." He shrugged. "You."
She frowned. "So you're saying I'm a kind of booby prize?"