"Oh."

Another hard swallow, and when his gloved hand brushes the chilled cuff of her ear her emotions war amongst themselves over whether she should back away from him and his subtle advances.

"S'not strange," she murmurs, shaking her head gently. "I know what it's like. Homesickness. Being away from Texas is hard on my soul."

She doesn't end up moving an inch.

"But here -- the bar -- has been like a second home to me. Perhaps you'll grow to feel the same way, if you decide to keep comin' back."