"Maybe I like redneck misogynists," she countered, arching one eyebrow, laughing. Raising two fingers at a passing waiter, Lexi ordered their drinks, a whiskey sour for Buddy and a gin and tonic for herself. Settling back, she tucked her hair behind her ears and studied him, perfectly content to just let her eyes sweep over his face.
"I'm a baker," she answered, one corner of her mouth quirking upward. "Actually, I own the new place in town. The Round Table. If you play your cards right, you might get your own private bakery service."
Leaning in, steepling her fingers to rest just below her lips, Lexi cocked an eyebrow. "My turn. What do you do, besides catch women on windy days? And, as a follow up," here she inclined her head, lowering her voice as if asking some deep, closely guarded secret, "is your name really Buddy? Or is that some male hoo-rah bonding nickname that just stuck?"