Naja nearly laughed out loud, but instead it came out as an amused chuckle of sorts. She picked up her drink that the waiter came back with and swirled around the liquids, watching the other other the rim of the glass. A grin was still on her face.

"Wouldn't it make you feel so much better if I said you were just special?" She supposed he actually was. It wasn't often that she offered drinks to complete strangers; only those that seemed of interest, that she had already spoken with enough. Him? She thinks that maybe she spoke to him very briefly once, and unfortunately must have missed out on his time. Hm.