Caleb smirked, it had been a while since he met a woman who knew how to play the game. By the way she traced the rim of her drink, popped the cherry into her mouth, and how quickly and how quickly and smoothly she looked him over clued him into that fact. When she asked who was asking he leaned against the bar, not taking the seat yet,
"I'm just a man who's having a hard time believing that a beautiful woman like yourself is sitting here all by your lonesome."