Mike wasn't sure how to answer Clyde's questions. Did he think his chances were good? He had no idea. They'd been living together for a long time, and since she had been able to flirt back with him, deathbed not including, what was he supposed to say?
"Still waiting to see," He said with a shrug as he let the door fall behind him and Clyde, looking to where the girls had gone to sit. "How about I give you some kinda sign if I need that alone time? That way nothing gets planned, so no hopes can get dashed."
He grinned and walked over to the ladies, sliding into the booth as he motioned for one of the waitresses to come over. He didn't know what everyone was in the mood to be drinking, but he knew that it was all probably going to be different.