“I barely know you. for all I know, you buy the cheap shit when you’re trying to impress someone to get into their pants.” he wouldn’t be the first she’s met that’s tried that particular tactic. as if it matters what you drink when you were staring at your ceiling. or their’s. “save the imported shit for next time.. if there is one.”
“if i ever managed to get into anyone’s pants, i’ll let you know.” honestly, he didn’t really care about getting into her pants at the moment. nor, did he seem to think it was important, but everything would come in due time. that he was quite sure of, “either way? i’m quite sure there will be a next time. you can count on that.”