"I know you're perfectly capable of paying your own way, Ginny, but humor me. You can get the next bill," he replied, drinking the last of his water in a gulp. His eye was caught by the redness of her hair. It wasn't carroty, that implied it was orange. It was a red gold red if that made any sense.
The urge to run his hands through its thickness itched at his hands but they remained firmly on the table. "The bar I work at is in Psirri, I don't know how far away that is from the Plaka."