(Lily's POV)
Flustered, the glass of Virgin Piña Colada in my hands fell to the ground. It spilled all over where the tattooed man and I stood.
The sound of glass crashing and liquid pouring attracted a few curious glances in our direction.
The tattooed man had said nothing aside from ‘You’ in that chilling tone.
It took me a minute to recover from the shock.
I bent down in a flimsy attempt to gather the broken glass. The bar man was a step ahead of me though, because he was already with a mop and broom.
“Don't worry, I've got this,” he said with a small smile playing around his lips. He threw a curious glance at the man in front of me and then looked at me to see I was fine.
“I'm sorry for the spill,” I smiled to assure him I was.
Even though I wasn't sure I was fine.
He gave a
