She shook her head, trying desperately not to laugh. “Sprite?” she offered, before grinning as she took a seat at the bar. “And that would be fine, I like it...would you happen to have any lemon?” she asked, leaning on her hand as she watched him, a small, fond smile playing over her lips.
He really was too cute for his own good...in every way. If she wasn't so worried about having a friend in the morning, she might have tried harder to get him into bed, rather interested in seeing what lay beneath his puppy dog demeanor...and under those clothes.