He wasn't surprised someone else had called her spunky. She was a ball of energy and mischief. It was something he already liked about her, but he wasn't about to start dealing out compliments. He didn't want to make a fool out of himself.

"Looks like somewhere I would go," he said once they arrived at the bar. He liked it. It was anonymous and dark. He was glad they had similar taste. He wasn't dressed for a cocktail lounge.

He opened the door for her, ignoring how close they were going to be. He wasn't fifteen.