Avery
He sat on one of the bar stools, leaning forward to brace his hands on the bar top. He didn’t break eye contact with me the entire time, seeming as though he wanted me to know he was looking at me. Or maybe he just couldn’t stop staring.
It was so strange. Usually, it was a turnoff when guys checked me out and wanted to do it in a way that was obvious. Yet somehow, I found his brazen perusal of me somewhat flattering. Hot even.
He sat directly to the right of me, just few inches away, making it obvious that I would be the one to attend to him. To take his order.
Sucking in a much needed breath and summoning confidence, I turned to him. There was no need to walk closer to him since we weren’t that far apart. “What drink would you like to get?”
He stared at me, his eye
