Kevin looked at the girl, smirking as she turned away. He walked to the bar, ordering something non-alcoholic. He took a sip as he turned to her again, feeling her annoyance. He had a feeling about what he was after, and she was totally wrong.
After a moment, he walked slowly over to her table. "Hello, Emelie," he said in a low voice, "May I sit?" He kept his hands where she could see them, not wanting to make her nervous.