Offer her some of your chips

"You look hungry," you say, gently resting a hand on hers. "Here. Have one of my chips."

"No, I couldn't," she says, but you can see the longing in her eyes as she surveys them.

"Yes, you could," you tease her, waving one of them in front of her. "Come on. I know you want one, and that salad looks awful."

"But... my diet..." protests Gabrielle weakly, to which you can't help but laugh.

"Mademoiselle, you are far too beautiful for a few chips to matter, and I suspect they'll do less harm to you than that day-old salad. Here;" you split your remaining chips in half, and push your plate halfway between you.

Gabrielle gives you an ironic smile, and picks up a chip. "This is hardly ladylike behaviour."

You chuckle. "I'll avert my gaze. Just take the food, you look like you could eat a horse!"

"Since you insist," Gabrielle shakes her head, then pops a chip between her ruby lips. "Oh. Okay. That is good."

"Right?" you beam. "Told you you wanted it."

Soon you're talking about restaurants, and cooking, and favourite foods, and you're actually beginning to feel some real chemistry between you and the gorgeous blonde opposite. She's so much more... normal, than you had expected. It's nice.

Eventually, however, you finish laughing and end up quietly smiling to one another. The bar is slowly emptying out, and there is a lull with an empty stage.

"Hey," you say, struck with sudden confidence. "Want to sing something together?"

Gabrielle tilts her head ever so slightly. "Like what?"

"Whatever you want," you grin.

"Oh no," laughs Gabrielle. "This was your idea. You pick."