"Excuse me, sir," it was the boy, "but the miss told me to give you this." He set pointed over to a woman sitting over by the other fan. I gave her a 3 second glance: tall and thin with thick,shoulder-length dark hair, a strong face and dark, breezy top.
She looked up at me, grey eyes, and placed her fingertip on the table--calling me over. Just as a courtesy, I lifted the glass and smiled; I didn't want any company. She repeated the motion--there's no such thing as a free drink.