It was was moderately busy for a hotel bar in the middle of the day, especially one in Hawaii. Gennifer slid a blonde curl back over her shoulder and smiled at the bartender who approached her. He was at least five years younger than she was. When she smiled at him, he blinked, then a slow, sweet smile curved his lips. Too young, she thought. But he definitely fit the part. He was in excellent shape, from the way the light cotton fabric stretched across his shoulders. From his skin tone and his facial features, Gennifer could tell he had some Hawaiian in him “Afternoon, what’s your poison?” Lord she loved that Hawaiian accent. “Good afternoon,” she said. “A strawberry margarita—heavy on the margarita.” He winked. “You got it.” “How long have you been on the island?” he asked. “Just got in late last night.”
What do You think about Max And Anna: A Harmless Short?
