I downed the drink in front of me in one swift motion. The fiery taste exploded in my mouth and the alcohol hit me, igniting a wild idea.
I reached out and grabbed a passing waiter. He wore a white shirt with a slim, light gray vest that highlighted his trim waist and defined backside.
Looking up at him, I couldn’t help but marvel, “No wonder Zevian likes coming to this bar; even the waiters are stunning.”
The guy had stunning eyes, a high nose bridge and long, slender phoenix eyes that gave him an intense look. The most captivating feature was a small tear-shaped mole beneath one of his eyes.
I smiled at him and said, “Care to have a drink with me? I’ll cover the cost of all the alcohol you open.”
At bars, waiters earn a commission from the alcohol they serve. His eyes widened in surprise and only then did I notice how young he looked, as if he had just reached adulthood.
I felt somewhat guilty and was about to apologize, but he smiled as he uttered, “Sure! What would you like to drink?”
He slid into the booth effortlessly and nudged me into the corner. “How about a Tequila Sunrise?”
I wrinkled my nose. “A fifteen-degree drink? That’s for kids.”