Bond's mind flashed back. Buenos Aires, for him a year and a half in the past. She had deferred to his selection in cocktails then, too. It seemed a world away, as the saying went. Of course, Bond noted with chagrin, it was. He gave a noncommittal shrug.
"I wasn't as if there had been anything involved on either side but flirting, alcohol and patience, but..."
Shaking his head, Bond drained the last of his own martini and raised his glass in the direction of the bar, making sure the waiter would bring two when returning. "No, I really shouldn't be doing this, going on about another woman when sitting at a table with someone as beautiful and charming as yourself. Perhaps we should start this all over."