Just as he brought the cup to his lips he froze.

"Do you work for Bracco?" the woman next to him whispered to me, clearly not wanting to attract the attention. Taking a gulp slowly he calculated what path he should take, lie or say yes? Putting the cup on the counter he looked into it's contents, not wanting to look at the woman and feel obliged to answer the question

"I don't see how it's your business, miss" he replied as he picked the glass up and took another sip, he could have been crueler in his answer, much crueler but he wasn't that kind of person so he didn't, instead just concentrating on his drink and how it bubbled but he felt compelled to carry on conversing with the woman, "but I will listen to what you have to say.", spinning the barstool his heart skipped a beat when he saw her, expecting a 40 year old tart looking for a way into Bracco's pants he wasn't ready for her. He reached for his cup quickly to take a swig, trying to hide his expression from her.