"Oh…" Emma muttered, staring at Alex. His name was as plain as his face, nothing flashy, nothing special. She couldn't figure out why he felt so familiar, so easy to be around. Maybe it was how he talked. A philosophy major, sure, but it wasn't some geeky flex, he just kept things smooth, natural, never over the top.
"What's up with this guy…?" she mumbled under her breath, barely audible.
"Oh, I'll grab the drinks. You're from the accounting bar, right?" Alex said, stepping up like it was no big deal.
"Uh… how'd you know?" Emma blinked, caught off guard.
"I was there too," he grinned, his tone light.
"Oh…" she trailed off, like something clicked faintly in her head.
Before she could piece it together, Alex rolled right on. "Uh, uh… thanks. You didn't have to buy," she said, flustered, clutching the drink he'd handed her.
