“Did you know that every time you use a straw, you have the potential to kill Crush?”

I looked up from my drink and stared at the man who came right up beside me at the bar.

“Excuse me?”

“Crush – the turtle from Finding Nemo. Oh, and the little baby turtle, Squirt – he could die, too, all because you…what? Why do you have to use a straw?” he inquired, his eyes twinkling underneath the lights.

“You know, I honestly couldn’t tell you why,” I said, my cheeks flushing. “For a pick-up line, that was very environmentally-conscious.”

“Well, what can I say? I’m a caring guy.”

I smiled, thinking of all the times he must’ve said that assertion in bad faith.

“Rachel,” I said, shaking his hand. He looked relieved, as if he wasn’t sure if he could actually muster up any kind of interest from me.

“Andrew. Do you mind?” he asked, gesturing towards the empty seat between us.

“Not at all.”