The woman with purple hair wasn't just a random hooker or a drunk cougar looking for a new toy. Having realized that much, Dante knew he had to immediately change his approach or he risked getting himself into far more trouble than he bargained for.
Raising his hands, he wiped whatever expression he was wearing and tried to look as apologetic as he possibly could.
"Listen, lady-"
"Call me Rose." She interrupted. Her lips, which were covered in a darker shade of purple, curved in a flirtatious smile.
"Listen, I'm flattered, really, but I didn't come here for what you think." Whatever it was, Dante had no idea. "I just wanted a drink, okay? I was about to leave, too."
"Oh really?" She continued to hold his gaze, totally unfazed. "You came here for a drink and nothing else?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but yeah."
