Thumbing her temples to ease the increasing headache, Ava watched Sophie at the bar. She was flirting with an attractive man in dark chinos and a white tee that was tight enough to enhance his overly pumped biceps.
“Hey there. Mind if I ask a question?”
“Go ahead,” Ava told the young blonde-haired man that had appeared in front of her.
“Did you know that your eyes remind me of a wrench?”
“A wrench, huh? And why is that?” She asked, hoping her voice offered at least a little interest in what he had to say. She was tired and the constant thud of the music was beginning to take its toll on her temples.
“Because every time I look at them my nuts tighten. The names Jefferson,” he replied, offering his hand.
Ava suppressed the exasperated groan that had risen in her throat, shook the off
