Okay, now she knew he had to be lying. Nalia remembered staying up late with Lydia on multiple occasions gossiping about the guys they knew, and there was one trait they both agreed on: self-aggrandizing narcissists were the biggest turn-offs, second only to rapists, murderers, misogynists, and any other asshole really who considers themselves better than others simply because they look a certain way. “Sure.” She forced a smile on her face as she grabbed a shot glass from behind the counter. Looking down inside a cabinet she rarely perused, she poured out of an unlabeled bottle of liquor beneath the bar out of sight. There was vodka in it, of that she could promise, and it was clear like vodka. Placing the now filled shot glass on the counter, she put the bottle away, again, keeping it under the bar, she gave the man another smile. “One vodka shot. I think I’d rather wait until my sister comes by to choose her drink. She hates it when other people choose her drink for her.”<br/><br/>Lydia just stared at the strange man sitting in the lobby and shrugged her shoulders. “Well....alright then.” She muttered under her breath and went back to her book.