Eve’s ears are deaf to anything around her as her eyes are fixed on the red curtains. Logan grabs her arm and turns her to face him.
“Is everything okay? I asked you what kind of drink you want. I can get you a Singapore Sling, a Bellini, or a Cosmopolitan. Pick your poison!” Logan says into her ear excitedly.
“A what or a what?” She looks at him confused, are those drink names? “I don’t know, something sweet and fruity I guess.”
“Alright, come on!” He takes her by the hand and leads her to the bar while her eyes go over her shoulder and linger on the mysterious red curtains.
Logan orders her the Singapore Sling and her eyes light up as soon as the bartender places the drink in front of her. She takes the tall curvy glass filled with the dark pink liquid. On the rim is a pineapple wedg
