Oh, thank god this guy was going along with it. Layla looked at him appreciatively and scanned her eyes down his person--he looked clean and presentable, if a little too old for her. And oddly enough, a little familiar. Had she seen him somewhere? She couldn't think of where she might have possibly seen him before but everyone in this place tended to look familiar; there wasn't a lot of people living on the island and for the most part, nobody left and nobody came in anyways. So really, she did not think too much of it, and thus did not recognize this had been her high school nurse, the same person she had once begged to let her go home because her cramps were that bad and she really needed to avoid her test in fifth period.
"Just a guy who's been nice enough to buy me drinks and keep me company," Layla said, relieved to see that the guy who had been trying to pick her up was beginning to fidget uncomfortably. HA! Serves him right! Trying to pick up defenseless nineteen year-old girls trying to pass off as older...
"Well, glad to be of service," the guy managed to sputter, his surprise still evident on his face. He had obviously thought that Layla wouldn't have had a boyfriend, which in a way, was beginning to bother her. Why was that? Was she not attractive enough to suggest she could possibly snag a guy into a monogamous relationship? Her forehead puckered in worry as her thoughts began to collide in her head, eliciting some form of false concern from her would-be suitor. "Layla, are you okay?" he asked, glancing at Francis as if asking for permission to speak to her after obviously failing at picking her up.
"Huh?" Layla said, and then she snapped out of it, remembering where she was. Pearson's Pub. Right. And she was pretending this guy was her boyfriend to get this other guy away. Hopefully, aforementioned pseudo-boyfriend wouldn't get the wrong idea either... "No, no, I'm fine," she said dimly. "Um, yeah. Totally good."
"If you say so," said the man, and he got up as if to leave. "It was lovely to meet you, Layla. And you, sir." Layla thought he sounded like an idiot using the word 'sir' in a bar, but she gave him a sickly-sweet smile. "You too!" she said, her usual sincerity failing her in a little white lie. No, it had not been nice to meet him--besides the free drinks.