THIRD PERSON POV
“Miss?” The bartender questioned. The line of people in front of her had disappeared. “What would you like?”
“Oh yeah, uhh___, how about a virgin mojito?”
“Sure thing.” The bartender turned around to make her drink.
Fiona could feel the hair on her arm stand on end. She'd only heard that voice once but instantly knew who it was. Slowly, she swung around to the voice. “Mr Hill.” She nodded.
She quickly turned back to the bar, though it was hard for her not to ogle her head back to steal glances at him. “Dear goddess, he looked impossibly dashing in his dark navy suit and white shirt,” she thought.
“Ms Trooper.”
“It's Dr. Trooper,” she corrected, doing an about-face to look at him straight in the eyes.
“Doctor, then,” he said, as his eyes raked her entire body.
