"Manhattan?" the man asks, pulling out the chair across from her before pausing, "May I?" as an apparent afterthought. He sits down without waiting for an answer and waves towards the waiter. "Two more of these", gesturing to her drink on the table between them.
Nadia's momentarily speechless. Her expected date had just stood her up via text message, and she was planning on drinking this one off on her own.
"You look a little down," he takes off his white woven fedora and flicks the brim absently before setting it on the chair beside him.
There was something about his expression that was captivating, his eyes alight, and she struggled to f