It wasn't that he was ignoring her. He'd just been distracted by the cookies in the case, the barista behind the bar... honestly, he'd barely heard her over the steaming of the milk and grinding of the bagel slicer. Now he was wishing he'd turned at the sound of her voice. This blonde was quite a bit more attractive than the strawberry behind the counter, anyway. He put on one of his most dashing grins. "That's right. Flynn Rider. And you are?"