"You okay?" I raised my head to see Mike standing beside me. Water was still dripping from his body; Oh god! Were all guys this seductive?.
"Fiona?" He called and I quickly came back to my senses.
I hesitated, then shrugged. "Yeah. Just… not used to this kind of stuff."
"Parties?"
"People," I corrected.
He gave a small, understanding smile. "Fair."
"Two drinks please" he signaled to the bar attender.
Within seconds two drink were placed in front of us.
I took a sip of my drink, avoiding looking at him for too long. My mouth twisted bitterly.
"Is this lemonade?" I asked confused and he chuckled.
"Spiked lemonad" he answered and I shrugged.
"Crowds not your thing," he said, more like an observation than a question.
"Not really," I admitted. "Too loud. Too many opinions. Too many eyes."
His gaze flicked back to me. This time I didn't look away fast enough.
