Carmen had returned to Andres, all bright smiles for the equally radiant artist. She had immediately downgraded what was on the bar counter (it tasted like s*x on the beach) and was quick to express her approval for it. She'd flirted a bit, and laughed and blushed at every strange thing he'd said, as she was so pretty tonight until he was so fascinated by her presence. He had tolerated the whispers and touches, hell, he had even whispered and touched. To any outside observer, she knew she was the embodiment of a girl who enjoyed every minute of the night and obviously anticipated and desired more.
But her heart was not in it. She didn't even need to think why.
- Andres, I have a question.
He who was in the middle of ordering another round of drinks turned his head to hers questioningly.
