~ ~ Helena Fritz ~ ~
"What's up with that guy?" Alina whispered. "He's acting like we are ghosts."
"What would the pretty lady have?" Tommy asked as he gestured at Alina with a glass in hand.
"Anything is fine as long as it's a cocktail," she shrugged.
"I'm sorry I don't have the time to make you a cocktail but I can mix a few drinks though," Tommy informed her with a smile.
"That works too," she replied.
He took a few more minutes at the bar before presenting us with our drinks. "Vodka for you," he said to me before turning to Alina. "And a little mix of vodka, bourbon and rum for the damsel."
"I hope you realize that I am not in distress though," she laughed as she took the glass from him. "Depending on the situation, you might be the one in distress."
"Of course," Tommy laughe
