Natalie
11
I had just finished my second martini when I noticed Lewis walking into the bar. Eyes turned to him. He attracted attention by his very presence in that dark gray suit. His black button-up opened at the neck. His eyes found me across the room. A slow smile spread across his face as he sauntered toward me, ignoring the looks that he drew from all sides.
“This was a nice surprise,” he said by way of greeting.
I tipped my martini at him. “You can thank Jane.”
He turned toward Jane and grinned. “I don’t know what you did, but I feel as if I’m going to owe you a favor.”
Jane laughed. “Favors are my favorite currency.”
“I bet,” he said with a grin as he slipped into the seat next to me. “What are we drinking?”
“Dirty martinis,” I informed him.
“As dirty as they come,” Jane sa
