Emma had a feeling she would have her hands full with this one.  Leaning back in her seat, she grinned as she fingered the drink he had bought her, "My name?  Why, my name is Emma.  Do you like my name, Pedro?  I hope you do."  Emma picked up the drink and downed it before looking back at the man sitting across from her.  With sweet smile and an innocent look, she asked, "Don't tell me, Pedro, you are one of those crazy miners trying to strike it rich, are you?   One who slaves all day trying to find gold and only comes out with a few pesos?  My heart just goes out to you boys, working all day and nothing to come home to.  It must be very lonely."  She reached over and gently laid her hand on his knee in sympathy.<br/><br/>Emma had learned long ago never to take anything seriously in this bar.  It would only end up breaking your heart if you did.  And Pedro was definitely here for one reason only, to share his money with Emma.   No strings attached.  And Emma would be delighted to do her part in lightening his load of gold and listening to their lies of "I love you"  or "Where have you been all my life."   Yes, she had learned to turn her heart off, but she always gave them their money's worth.