The scowl deepened, instinctively stepping away from the female as one hand lifted to cuff where she had touched, as if having expecting her to leave a mark. “A…drink?” he repeated, slightly perplexed by the sudden offer. Jeez, was she trying to hit on him? Strange way of showing it. “Uh…yeah. Sure. I guess.”
"Lovely,“ She trailed a finger down his arm. "It’s this beautiful art gallery in the heart of downtown. It’s got imported wines from Greece…Italy…France–mm. There’s an accessible roof, too, best view of Chicago.” Lacing their hands together, she closed some of the distance between them. “You look like you could use some fun."
