Kijani picked her head up as the bartender returned. Immediately her emotions withdrew. The urge to cry was forced away, her shoulders went straight. But she was pretty sure he'd seen anyway- and his mentioning of her needing company confirmed that.

"Perhaps." She wasn't going to spill her sob story to this guy. To distract him from his unanswered question, she delicately picked up the shot glass and sniffed lightly. "What is this? It smells good." She sipped just a tiny bit and raised her eyebrows. "It tastes like an orange creamsicle."