"Maybe there's a French guy that looks like you. They all have goatees, right?" She was standing a little closer to him than was strictly necessary, given the number of people around them. They could still get away with blaming the crowd, though. It wasn't like she had her hand down his pants. That would be a different kind of crowd.
She tilted her head, looking at him. "Well.. I was waiting for you to ask me out. I called dibs." Except that she didn't, not officially. She shrugged, but she couldn't quite look nonchalant about this. "You're never really serious when you flirt, you know? I figured when you were ready to really date again, I'd be the first one to figure it out." Not some random coffee shop girl.