Crushed, Enrico watched as Jeremy ran out of the bar like his tail was on fire.
Now any reasonable person understood why that happened, and deep down Enrico got it, some people just weren't able to deal of handle certain situations. It was all right, even though it hurt Enrico's feelings a little.
"Eh, Che?" he asked the young woman. "Ragazzo there is nice... tell him I understand, si? I no mind... I go now..." He seemed a bit awkward, a little embarrassed as he beat a swift retreat to where Vance was standing by the bar.
He leaned on the old wood, wrapping his hands around a margarita the bartender had already prepared for him having seen the... rejection.
Enrico turned to his buddy, "why do guys always run away?" he asked with a long sigh. "Maybe the Order isn't as... accepting as the Coalition is?"