[ day startles from his obvious curious/attention to the lady's trunk - the padlocked trunk!! - and stands up straight, clearly looking flustered to be addressed after trying to be so sneaky. wasn't he being careful enough? ]

Um- Ah- [ he blurts out, because he's so used to wanting to help others out: ] Sure-! I think I can find something like that in the club that's just over at downtown...! [ gosh- the club. after his experience with that place, he's pretty, er, well-acquainted with what they have in stock there. ] Do you, um, want a little umbrella with it too, miss?

[ he remembers his great-grandma putting little umbrellas in her more fun-looking drinks. maybe the nice and pretty lady will like it too? ]