She looked at him now, fighting a smile at the hint of being insulted she could hear in his voice. Maybe her evening was not going to be as dull as she'd expected. For now she shrugged, eating more of her muffin and following it with a sip of her coffee. Did she appear rude? Probably. Did she care? Not in the slightest.
"Wouldn't be the first time someone tried to buy me away from a place." She glanced meaningfully at the bag on the table. "I know I'm not the best thing to look at and people don't like shit on their shoes, so you'll forgive me for assuming." Not that she was really asking for forgiveness. But she was curious. With all the people in there and the business that appeared to be eating at every spare moment people had right now, what made him even spot her?