Daniel gave a small nod as she admitted to having never been to an engagement party. That was usually quite common for people in their early twenties. It was the only engagement party he had been to himself and likely the first of many to come if the rest of his friends followed in Trevor and Brandy’s footsteps. Pulled from his thoughts as she spoke again, he smirked and nodded his head. “I’m afraid that responsibility has fallen to you.” he agreed, with a small tilt of his drink in gesture. 

As she went on to answer his question, he took a sip and listened as she explained that she had merely came out for fun. He had suspected as much considering it seemed she had only arrived with one friend. Daniel set his drink down and smiled flirtatiously in return as she commented on how ‘hot’ this particular spot was turning out. The way she bit her lower lip was plenty attractive to him, her flirting not going unappreciated. “Well, I definitely agree with you there.” he mused before giving a playful wink. “Not every day I get to ditch an engagement party and spent time with a woman as beautiful as yourself.”

When she went on to ask about how often he frequented the bar, Daniel shook his head. “Lucky for you, I don’t mind cliche.” Daniel smirked. “But to answer your question, no I don’t. Believe it or not, I don’t go out much.” He shrugged his shoulders as he answered rather truthfully to her question. There was no sense in lying about it in his opinion. If anything, he intended to use his lack of outings to his advantage. Since her interest in him didn’t seem to be wavering, he tested the waters a little more by leaning in a little closer to her, beginning to close the distance he had originally put between them. He would have started out with less distance if it hadn’t been for the scummy man that had been there before him. The last thing Daniel wanted to do was appear to be following in his footsteps.

“So I suppose we got lucky meeting here tonight.” He said meeting her gaze with an alluring smile. His expression broke slightly as his inviting smile shifted into a soft but teasing smirk. “Though if you’re one for cliches, we can call it fate.” he joked good-humoredly. Daniel wasn’t actually one for cliches himself but he knew some women were. His joke was a way of trying to determine if such things had an effect on her. She struck him as more of a realist but one could never be sure with someone they just met. Plus with a good natured joke wouldn’t have him coming off as completely corny if he tried something more direct.