“Did I get the drink wrong?” The voice comes from next to me and I start a little. It’s the guy from the end of the bar, and close up, he’s actually better looking than I had given him credit for. Brown hair and dark hazel eyes, along with a charming smile, are a pretty winning combination. “Should I maybe have gone for something a little more exciting? Maybe one of those cocktails with the teeny-tiny umbrellas in them?” he jokes. “Oh, no,” I smile, shaking my head, trying to recall all of Suzie’s advice about flirting and failing miserably. “Beer’s good,” is all I can think to say, and I wonder if I sound like as much of a Neanderthal as I think I do. “Sorry, I don’t want to bother you, but I just could help noticing you,” he says, smiling shyly, and I feel my own mouth smiling in reply. I don’t really know how to respond. “I’m Nic,” he tells me, sticking his hand out to shake.
