[She gives him a look when he moves his hands away. They had been so close...

But she can hardly suppress her giggle, and this time, she doesn't pull back but remains where she is over the counter.]

You seem like an interesting guy. Not every day I get someone coming all the way here for a drink when there are plenty of other good places around.

[Not to mention—and they had talked about it already, hadn't they?—if they had met in her bar, he might have been someone she took an interest in anyway. Or perhaps that's her very obvious bias speaking for her.]

A person's choice in drink says a lot about them, you know.