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her
profession.
    “How do you think I got into this freakin’
nightclub in the first place?” She rambled on. “I’m well over
twenty-five, I assure you.”
    “I’m sorry, miss, but I really need to
confirm with your ID,” the bartender repeated indifferently.
    “Are you a broken record? I told you my
friend is going to find my wallet.” She fumed in frustration. “It
must be in her bag or something.”
    “Well, I’m happy to wait.” The bartender
smiled at her.
    “Well, I’m not happy to wait. I’ve
only got five minutes left until midnight. Now are you going to
serve me that drink or not?” she challenged.
    “No!” the bartender said simply, not backing
down.
    Her shoulders sagged in defeat. Dear
Lord, you will have me become a spinster without allowing me to
drink alcohol, is that right? You want me to die a spinster? Well,
I’m happy to oblige with that request, but why must you deprive me
of alcohol too? I want to experience drinking before I turn thirty.
So please, if you would just grant me this wish, then I would be
happy to die a happy spinster. And just like that, her strength
was back in her shoulders and she lifted herself, sitting much
straighter.
    What was she giving up for? There were still
a full five minutes left before midnight. So she put on her best
intimidating stare, the one she normally used when her patients
refused to listen to her oral hygiene advice, the one that meant
business, wishing and praying at the same time that Whitney and
Elise would come back with her wallet in hand so she could get a
swig of that drink.
    Just then, she heard someone whisper
something into her ear, and like electricity shot up her spine, she
startled and turned her head to the direction of that voice. And
God did answer her prayer because right there in front of her was
that Casanova she had delivered the flowers to on the day before
Valentine’s.
    Her eyes took in his azure irises. There was
that same wicked gleam as that fateful day. She redirected her
gawking stare away from his penetrating gaze, her heart thumping to
the rhythm of the loud music. Big mistake! It landed on his lips
instead, and heaven help her, but he flashed that devilish grin
again, the one that made her legs turn to jelly. If not for her
sitting on the barstool, she would otherwise be on the floor by
now.
    But tonight, though, that smile held an
extra special meaning, as if he were happy to see her again after
that embarrassing stunt she had pulled, yanking off his towel.
Tonight it was fully displayed, for her viewing only, his perfectly
straight white teeth, probably a product of orthodontic work, many
years of wearing braces, and bleaching—yes, bleaching to reach that
level of whiteness on his enamel. Suddenly, that image of his
semi-naked body danced right before her eyes, clouding her cheeks
in a beautiful pink blush. So surprised she was seeing him right
there in front of her, her face just mere inches away from his own,
all she could utter at that moment was, “You!”
    Why was it every time this Casanova was
around, all she could do was stutter? It wasn’t like she was born
with an impediment or something. In fact, she was quite the
talkative person. Once she learned how to speak English, her
cousins and friends couldn’t shut her up. So why now? Why all of a
sudden couldn’t she string a simple sentence together?
    “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the
sweetheart who confessed to me last week.” He spoke seductively,
close to her ear. “Did you enjoy the view before you ran off like
the devil was on your tail?”
    What could she say? How to respond? She was
tongue-tied. Then a thought struck her. “Buy me a drink.”
    “What?” he asked, flabbergasted. She was
sure he wasn’t expecting her to reply like that. But what had she
to lose by demanding this request?
    “Buy me a drink,” she repeated.
    No way was she giving this up. This man
looked like he was over twenty-five. He could buy a drink