Re: The Bar: Cat & Isaiah
He liked her grin, the way it was red and white, lush around the edges. He didn't even know her, and already he knew that he liked her smile and liked helping to put it on her face. "So the question is... how long I should actually stay in here? What sort of gossip I should be letting the town spread about me?" He raised his eyebrows at her. "And you." A tip of his empty glass toward her and an amused purse of his lips.
"I thought we'd established that you weren't the begging type? Or at least that you didn't need to." Maybe she liked to... be he wasn't going to pry into that. (And anyway, he still didn't actually think she was that type. There was something about her that felt too strong for it - or at least too unwilling to give that vulnerability away to someone else. Especially not someone she'd just met. Even if there was something familiar about her.) Her flirt was easy to be drawn in by, but he kept his elbows on the bartop and shook his head. "Out here. Like you're not from the city yourself." It might take him a second to track down how he knew she wasn't originally from the small town, but he did know.
"Not that kind of doctor." Eyebrows quirking up, he wondered what sort of reaction the town would have to him if he was stepping in as a local medical doctor. He grinned again but shook his head. "Nah, not tonight. I actually do have to get up in the morning for work." Even though he wasn't anywhere near feeling the one beer he'd had, and there were plenty of hours before morning. "Can I consider the invitation still open for another time, though?"