Declan wasnt sure how to answer. Like usual, he sounded more curt and gruffer than he meant.
"You sure?" He said in a low voice(it somehow projecting over the din of the crowd). Even his accent made him sound more sarcastic than he meant. 
"Tanks, I mean. Cheers." He meant to turn away right that instant and leave her there before she could freak him out anymore with her lack of susceptibility, but instead he did something he rarely did. Helooked into her eyes and read her. He saw pain. And love. And fear. It was like watching an 8mm on an old sheet. 
He saw her first public speaking attempt in middle school and how nervous she was. He saw her cry on valentines day the day after her first love left her. He saw hours of work and love and hope drawn onto a single painting. All at once something changed within him.
He reached out with an age old ability his father had given him. 
[i]He'll do it again.[/I]
With that, he walked past her and fixed his blazer, trying not to notice how incredibly pretty she was.