He leans back, his elbow on the counter, his chin resting on his hand. "I don't think you would mind. Which just makes me more curious about you?"
"Curious about what?" I shrug. "I'm literally just sitting here, eating fries and drinking scotch."
"Exactly." The handsome stranger grins. "Why is a beautiful lady like you sitting by herself in a bar all by yourself?"
I stare at him, wondering if this is his way of flirting with me. I've never had anyone show the slightest amount of interest in me, so this is new to me.
Faced with my silence, the man raises his brow. "How about this? It's going to be strange talking without knowing each other's names, so why don't we come up with fake ones?"
"Fake names?" The idea makes me grin. "I always wanted to be an Anna."
Fake names, being flirted
