We'd only been in the club for about twenty minutes when a guy sat on the barstool next to me and pushed a martini in my direction. He was hot, there was no denying it. Tall, well built with short blonde hair, sharp features, a charming smile and adorable dimples. But he was no Sean. I shook that thought from my head and took the glass, even though I don't usually drink these kinds of drinks. I figured I'd be polite and give him a chance.
"Thanks," I lifted the glass in a toast to him. He chuckled in response clinking his beer bottle against it gently.
"So what's a beautiful girl like you doing sitting alone at a bar?" He spoke with a strong Australian accent and his sweet smile reached his kind eyes.
It wasn't exactly an original line and technically not accurate as Evan was sitting wi
