Kallian had only just made it to the bar when she heard a male voice on her right side. She didn’t have to look over at him to know that he was talking to her; she could feel his eyes on her. Ignoring him at first, she went on to order a second iced coffee and while she waited, she turned around on the swivel bar stool to look at the man that acknowledged her dancing earlier. What she really wanted to know was how closely he was watching. She wasn’t exactly making an effort to show interest in the boy from before, but maybe she would have if she had known someone was watching her. 

Kallian couldn’t help but snicker inwardly. Who was she kidding? There were [i]always[/i] guys watching her.

Still without saying a word, she looked down at the hand that this new guy was offering her and quirked an eyebrow, looking back up at him. He was fairly good looking in her opinion, the same kind of guy she would usually hang out with when she skipped school. Ruggedly handsome, a bit of a disheveled ‘hard’ look and covered in ink. In fact, that fact brought her to examine him with a bit more interest as she tried to think if she even knew him at all from a previous encounter, however that notion was quickly waved when he offered up his own name.

“Nice to meet you alphabet soup.” She said a little flatly, her voice indicating no interest in pursuing the conversation any longer and didn’t even so much as raise her hand to shake his extended one. She turned back to the bar to receive her drink and popped the straw into her mouth, sipping at her drink as she watched H out of the corner of her eye. With a bit of an eye roll, she turned back to face him, her lips still wrapped around the straw, if a bit suggestively for a few moments before parting them to speak, setting her drink on the counter that was now to her side, her eyes darting quickly to the green glow stick he tucked behind his ear.

“If you’re aiming to ask me to add on to your little coloring book there-“ She said, gesturing vaguely to his tattooed skin. “-I’m sorry to say that I left my coloring crayons at home. Not like I’d find any free space anyway…” She added on with a playful smirk, her tone coming across as a mix of bitchy and sarcastic with an added undertone of spunk.

"I'm Kallie." She finally offered up and returned to sipping at her drink. She figured that giving her nickname wouldn't be too much of a risk. The name Kallian Zelinsky didn't exactly hold the same sort of merit that her brother's or father's name held, but she didn't want to take any chances.