The evening breeze caressed Anastasia’s skin. It was calm, in contrast to the rowdy atmosphere of the party hosted by a fraternity in her college. She rubbed her hands together. It was a bit chilly. Wearing a short, sleeveless white dress probably wasn’t a good idea.
“Care for a drink, um, Anastasia, was it?” somebody asked her.
Anastasia turned. It was Ricardo, whom everyone called Rick. The guy she’d been ogling all night. He was quite popular, as was almost everyone in attendance. He drew more attention than the rest. Maybe it was his easy smile and piercing grey eyes, or the way he moved. For whatever reason, she’d had her eye on him all night. Coming out here was just a ploy to lure him, and it worked.
“Of course, sure. I’d love one.”
She took the offered can of beer and opened i
