The name struck a bell, but at this point it was no surprise. Cecilia knew she knew him from somewhere, and that was all that she was going to get out of it. She had simply met too many people in her life to dedicate part of her brain to remembering every last one of them, especially those whom she knew she had not seen for years.
Even if they were fairly handsome and charming.
Pushing away from the wall, she smiled lightly at him. No, as much as she would have liked to afford herself the company of many handsome and foreign men, something in the back of her mind said that accepting the invitation with this particular man was a bad idea. Of course she might have fun, but therein lay the issue--considering that she had already let on more hints about herself than she did with her normal company at this bar, the idea of continuing to talk to him with the added benefit of more alcohol was not the most intelligent choice.
She had done well to keep herself cut off to the rest of the world, effectively keeping everyone out of the steel wall of personal boundaries she had put up. Something about this man said that her well-kept privacy was in danger the longer they spoke, and she could simply not have that.
"You know what, I think it's time for me to leave," she lied again, sending him her best sorry smile. In fact, she was sorry to leave, for whatever reason... Which was exactly the issue. "I'm meeting a friend later tonight and probably should get going. But it was a pleasure meeting you."
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