Ricky noticed when the attractive woman took a seat near him, but didn’t speak. He didn’t want to put the woman on guard, but he did smile when she spoke to him. He turned to her, her look one of uncertainty. He wasn’t sure if that meant she didn’t actually want to to talk and was just being polite or if she just wasn’t sure what to say. He assumed the latter. A woman like her would tend to be more guarded at a bar and wouldn’t speak to someone to just be polite.
”Im well, and how are you?” he said, giving her a charming smile.
She returned his smile, leading him to believe he had read her right. ”Im well. Marisol,” she said offering her hand.
Ricky took it and gestured to the seat next to him. ”Enrique. You’re welcome to join me if you wish. I promise - I don’t bite.” She laughed and moved over to the stool next to him. ”Marisol - a name that reminds me of home. What brings you to this establishment tonight?” he asked, the bartender in him coming out without any effort.
”Im well, and how are you?” he said, giving her a charming smile.
She returned his smile, leading him to believe he had read her right. ”Im well. Marisol,” she said offering her hand.
Ricky took it and gestured to the seat next to him. ”Enrique. You’re welcome to join me if you wish. I promise - I don’t bite.” She laughed and moved over to the stool next to him. ”Marisol - a name that reminds me of home. What brings you to this establishment tonight?” he asked, the bartender in him coming out without any effort.