"Make mine with cranberry juice, some triple sec, and some cointreau, please," Ryan said. "And a twist of orange rind. And maybe a garnish of some candied sugar cranberries?"

Yes, he had modified that to a Cosmopolitan.

He, too, ignored the angry eye roll.

"Ehn," Ryan shrugged. "You know how it is, right? You have a really cute date, she realizes you aren't who she thinks you are, and then she stalks off because hey, just because you sparkle doesn't mean you're a Twilight vampire."