Helena raised her eyebrows at the man and shook her head. “No, just wine.” She eyed him curiously. “Do you often ask women who run you over on the street out for dates?”
I hardly ask women out period. Cisco thought to himself before smiling. “I have my moments. How’s the wine?” He tried to change the subject away from himself. He never did like talking about himself. He picked up the menu before him and began to skim the pages, looking for something that was somewhat familiar.
Cisco backup 