Sorry I don’t want to disturb your reading time—Oh, Spartans, very cool. Hope you don’t mind me looking at your book. I’m not trying to be nosey or anything, just trying to make conversation and not let this get awkward.” Alan raised his eyes to see a dark haired woman about his own age. Large black-rimmed glasses framed her eyes. Jeans and boots marked her either as someone who had not anticipated or didn’t care she was going to a bar where Austin Martins and Ferraris were valeted on a regular basis. “I’m sorry do I know you?” “Nope, not yet. Do you mind if I sit down?” “Listen, I don’t want to be rude. I’m sure you a great person but tonight—“ “Oh, oh, no. Do you think I’m hitting on you?” Alan raised an eyebrow. “I mean not that I don’t think you’re attractive. I mean, my gosh, have you seen your arms?” The young woman shut her pink lips tight. Her fair skin turned as red as the outside of an apple. “I am so not good at these types of things.”
