Carmen didn't know what to think, either the drink was starting to affect her or Andres ... wait a minute, it sounded so bad...
Was she flirting with him?
Maybe it was the drink. After all, she wasn't exactly a drinker, and maybe a few glasses of what she'd had suddenly put her overactive imagination aside and made her think of something that wasn't even happening. But then again ... didn't she have just one drink in her system?
And it was red wine, asshole. A miserable glass of red wine.
With a sigh, she tried to ignore the voice in her head and focused on her reflection in the mirror outside the pub bathroom. She looked good. Squirming, Carmen remembered why she had excused herself in the first place, well, aside from the fact that Andres's actions were getting quite awkward. Once ag
