It seemed like a sore subject, so I moved into different conversational topics. After learning that I was into basketball, it led to more conversations since this was her favorite sport too. I had her pegged for the cheerleader type, who knew she could make jumpshots.
All this time I had continued to order my drink of choice from the bar. I told Lori that it simply helps me relax, especially before a late flight. I should have seen it coming when she asked for a sip of it. I mean, a teen who probably attends every party in school, and likely only knows the taste of cheap beer, would love to taste what top-shelf drinks were like. She passed it off as wanting to take advice from an experienced traveler, and help her to relax before her maiden flight. I could tell that she was trying to act as much a grown-up as I was trying to act like the cool young adult.
I obliged
