See [ he says, offering Fran a very congenial smile. ] Can I get you a drink? [ Fran asks, snatching the ticket from the table. ]

A water will do. Not so much ice? Slice of lemon, too. [ He looks up at Fran, smile unwavering. Fran had smiled in return, turning around to fetch his drink. ]

You are very pretty but I'm not looking to score. I - [ Gansey paused, stopping to crack his knuckles (purely out of habit). ] - don't believe in coincidences. Do you, miss? Oh! [ He holds out his hand just then. ] I almost forgot my manners, I'm Gansey. And you are?