"What do you mean?" Allison asked with confusion. 

"Nothing." He responded. 

He looked at the bartender. "Give her a glass of orange juice."

"No, I like apple juice." She corrected him.

He nodded his head. "Note it."

"What?"

"Nothing." He said that again and glanced at the bartender. "You heard her."

"Yes, Sir."

"With no alcohol." He reminded him.

"Got it, sir."

Allison stared at Ryan. His eyes caught hers. "What?"

"I can't understand you."

"No one could." 

She rolled her eyes ...