His charisma was like a sledgehammer against Gwynns forehead, appealing and appalling at the same time. That invitation appeared to be a small courtesy when in truth that Adonis was waiting for a female date, but at that point Gwynn grabbed for everything he got.
Slowly sitting down he smiled sheepishly and replied "Since we're already here - I'll take that drink, thank you."
Automatically his fingers searched through the inner pocket of his jacket, fumbling for his cigarettes and his old, bronze-colored petrol lighter. Putting both onto the table he shrugged out of his jacket, folded it and put it onto the cushioned bench next to him, keeping his gaze downcast. He was so nervous his fingers shook, so he kept them busy, and the best way to do that was smoking.
"Do you mind?" he politely asked, pointing at his cigarettes.
"Not at all. Be my guest." the godly creature replied, nodding his encouragement. Pitch black strands of hair slid over his broad shoulders as he rearranged himself, getting more comfortable in his seat. "I heard this restaurant has a reputation for home destilled Single-Malt. I'll have one. What about you?" Then he paused for three seconds, reconsidering something silently before he extended his arm over the table, offering a handshake. "Please excuse my terrible manners - Dr. Corinne Baldric."
His name echoed through Gwynn's brain like a mesmerizing siren's call, and he grabbed for the extended hand before he even understood the words. "Gwynn Whelan, nice to meet you." He managed and twisted his lips into an amused smile. "Interesting name you got there."
We shook hands and Gwynn grabbed a cigarette, making a jovial face while pondering over his opponent's first name. Who would be so cruel as to name a son with a woman's name, all the more if that particular son had the face of an angel? "I'll have a port wine, thank you." Gwynn added, remembering Corinne's question. "Care for a smoke?" Gwynn offered him the package, remembering his own manners.
Corinne's joyful smile illuminated Gwynn's world. "No, thank you. I've seen too many people unable to exist without cigarettes, and smoked too long myself." Then he sighed deeply even though he seemed unfazed by the comment on his name. "It's hard to be taken serious with a girl's name. But I get by." He winked, then added "My name has northern roots." That being said he changed the topic elegantly. "Are you from here, Mr. Whelan? Your surname hints otherwise, if you don't mind me saying so."
Gwynn put the cigarettes away, lighting his while he thought about how Ihe could answer Corinne's question without giving away too much. "It's Welsh. But I've left my place of birth a long time ago." He wanted to add more, but at the same time he was too afraid to tell Corinne too much. No need to become too attached to that beauty, Gwynn decided, taking another drag of smoke. "What kind of doctorate have you got, if you don't mind me asking?"
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