JustAnAuthor
The only thing to fear is fear itself.
He raised an eyebrow, curious at her remark. "Well you see, the drink doesn't necessarily be alcoholic; a drink is just referring to a liquid; not the substances within it, itself. To fall for me sweetheart, you wouldn't be the first; but they are never mutual in retrospect. Sadly, I can give no third option, perhaps it should just be to introduce ourselves more clearly, or for us to walk in two different directions." He took a swig of his drink, breaking the eye contact, he licked his lips slowly, savouring the bittersweet taste upon his lips. "So." He paused, directing his gaze back into her, his smile intrigued. . "What will it be?"