Then, grinning, he said, "I've had much better." I may be seeing things, but something told me he wasn't talking about another drink.
I was receiving attention that I wasn't used to. "have your drink, and you cater to the others while I have mine. If you take it more slowly, we can flirt. In an effort to cool down, I brushed him off. He had barely been for a minute, but I had already begun to respond to each of his motions. I needed to calm down first so that I could think clearly.
After a brief moment of disappointment, he nodded. "You are correct. Just hard not to be sidetracked by you," he said, retracing his steps. He told them, "If you want another one of those, just ask for me," and had to go.
I noticed that when I drank my cups one at a time, I was doing it more quickly each time
