Bent but not Broken

"You don’t seem to think at all, so I highly doubt that.”

"Excuse me?"

Grinning, Katya motioned to the bartender. “That’s where the drinks are coming from. I won’t touch it at all.” She held her hands up. “It’ll be as clean and delicious as you want.”

"Great." she chuckled lightly. "So what's your name, gorgeous?"

”Is it because you’re a clumsy person or do you blame the tourists for that?”

"A little bit of both, I suppose."

”Bumping into me—- nevermind.” He ran a hand through his hair with a smirk. ”Lovely to meet you, Irina. Name’s Harrison. Do you often run into random strangers?”

"Nice to meet you, too, Harrison." she smiled. "Not that often, no. Unless I'm walking around Times Square, or something."

”How good looking is that person?” Harrison chuckled to himself before smiling at the girl. ”It’s okay — you didn’t hurt yourself?”

"What?" The brunette couldn't help but chuckle lightly. "I'm Irina, by the way."

"Can I buy you a drink?" She looked over at the person sitting next to the seat she’d just taken. "Don’t even have to make small talk if you don’t want."

"Sure! I never say no to free drinks. Y'know, as long as I know where it's coming from." the brunette said, smiling at the girl.