Elena
It's possible that I might have consumed that Bahama Mama way too fast. Mike's stare was too much for me to handle - I needed the distraction from his gaze. I'm being thrown for a loop; he needs to make up his mind. This back and forth is giving me whiplash, and it's so frustrating.
Swaying my body to the music, I feel so carefree – some of that feeling may be from the booze. The buzz is running through my veins, and the beat from the loud country music is vibrating in my chest. I close my eyes and just let the atmosphere take me away.
I feel a hand on the small of my bare back; it causes my eyes to shoot open. I thought perhaps I ran into someone so, I apologize. It turns out I didn't bump into anyone at all; I turn and face a very handsome man.
"Mind if I dance with you?" The
