Another customer stepped up to the bar and Karla slid over to take his order. She could feel Mitch's eyes on her. Not that he was staring at her, because he was facing the mirror behind the bar, but she knew he stared at her reflection. She wasn't sure why he was being so persistent. She was quite adamant about her views on relationships. She was too selfish for those, too independent. Why he still tried to be the one to change her mind, she had no idea.
Nor did she really care. She was going to live her life the way she thought best and it didn't matter who approved. As a matter of fact, it was the lack of approval that usually helped her make decisions.
“So, what are your plans for after work?" Mitch asked. “I was thinking we could take a moonlit stroll on the beach."
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