Galway Girl [Closed]

[ambientmagic]

Evan spun around, giving Bree a wounded look. He kept walking backwards, hoping she'd follow. Apparently whatever her problem was, she wasn't about to get over it.

"You seem upset," he said. "Is it because I offered to buy you coffee? I wasn't being sexist or anything, I just get a discount and I wanted to thank you for that lovely song, and for your help at the library the other day."

He beamed winningly, even white teeth shining in the faint light. In case that didn't work, he reached into his pocket, where he kept a stash of mint leaves off the plant on his desk. Obviously he couldn't get Miss Bridget to have any, not in the state she was in, but even a bit of contact with it would make him seem a little less threatening.

Threatening... Oh! "And I'm not trying to ask you out or come on to you, Miss Bridget! Is that what you're worried about? I never press my attentions where they're unwanted."

Damn, it was times like these when being a tall, well built man actually worked against him rather than in his favor. Usually he could figure out when people (particularly women) were nervous around him, but it seemed he'd made a misstep.