Beverly wasn't used to men who blushed. No, the hardened, cynical city girl was used to city men who sent unsolicited dick pics and were shirtless and rock climbing in all of their match.com photos. As a divorcee, she had tried online dating for a hot second before swiftly shutting her laptop. Didn't even make it to the first date in a bar where she'd inevitably be stood up.
But, no, this - she found herself grinning a bit, at the thrill of causing such a reaction. It was wholesome, in a way, despite the innuendo. "Are there better options than drip coffee?" she teased, taking the plate with the Christmas cookie on it and giving it a lookover. Cute.
Everything was, in this town. She felt like a square peg in a round hole here, for some reason.
"I don't have a heart to win over, I'll warn you in advance," narrator: she did in fact have a heart to win over, and he was going to win it, Bev said, "But I think it's great that you provide the gift of coffee. For a price, of course." She slid over the right amount of cash, and decided to eat her cookie and drink her coffee up at the counter here - it was quiet in the shop, so it was fine, right? "I'm Beverly. Just visiting for work."