His response wasn’t surprising, but since it was paired with that lovely smile (and she just so happened to be in agreement), she entertained it with a smirk of her own. For someone as inexperienced in the world of dating, one would have thought that Mary might have fallen prey more easily to such charm. Instead, she saw it for what it was, innocent flirting to fill up the space while they waited, and enjoyed it nonetheless.
“Is that so?” He could sell a glass of water to a drowning man, she thought, laughing softly to herself. “I would venture that it’s par for the course when it comes to blind dates, but I like your take much more. Definitely other fish, certainly better fish at that.” Pity that she thought the particular fish she was speaking to was more like a shark, or perhaps something less menacing and more elusive than other sea life.
She made note of his order, if only because she was close enough to overhear it. If she made any sort of facial reaction, it was because she so rarely encountered people willing to take their coffee straight. Mary’s order tended to reflect her mood -- the worse she felt, the darker the coffee became. Luckily, the barista remembered her order from earlier, and she was able to put in her next cup to-go with a simple nod of her head from behind Killian.
“Mary,” she simply replied. Oh, she’d assuredly made note of the accent, as most no doubt did in America. It was her belief that women in the States found it impossible to ignore such a thing. Whether it added to Killian’s charm or was the sum total of it, Mary couldn’t say. “And you’re in good company, though I can’t say I’m from as far as Ireland, only the East Coast.”