When the woman returned his smile, Noah moved slightly closer. Presumably, it was so he could be heard clearly, but really, he was just drawn to people with great smiles. It was a weakness he could readily admit to. It had brought many friends into his life, sparked interest and conversation with strangers everywhere he went. All it took was a nice smile. No smile was a clear Do Not Approach, and he could respect that, but oh the invitation in a smile.
"I am. Just landed a gig, so I thought I'd come out here and have some drinks, shoot some pool," he said, before addressing the bartender who had made it over. He ordered the round of drinks and then pointed at Myra "and whatever she's having." If he was buying rounds, might as well add one more.
Once the bartender started making the order, he focused back on her. "I'm Noah." He stretched out a hand to shake. "And you?"