His guess about her age was quite accurate. "Your assumption would be correct." She chuckled some, brushing some of her hair back. "I'm twenty-seven. So I suppose it's good that I don't look older than twenty-eight." Really, she was hoping that she didn't look older than her age for a long time to come. What woman wouldn't feel that way?
When he leaned in close, it wasn't a bother. And the little bit of a secret had her smirking the slightest bit. As did the wink. "Oh really? Well, at least I'm one of the pretty ones. It'd be a terrible shame if I wasn't." He really could have just been saying that. It was thoroughly possible. But she'd take the compliment anyway. Always good for the self-esteem.
Her friends really were on the prowl, it seemed. But all the more power to them. She didn't see the point of just throwing herself at some guy simply because it was New Year's Eve. And really, she had a little girl to get home to at the end of the night. A hook-up and a walk of shame were not at all on her agenda. "Nice and warm seems like the best idea." When he called her just cute, she pretended to be taken aback. "Oh, so I'm just cute now? You just called me pretty! Which is it?"