“What am I, then?”
He leaned back against the cushions and studied me for a minute.
“You matter.” He gave me a small smile, which grew when he saw how shocked I was. I almost passed out at the sight of it. Wei’s face went from handsome to downright sinfully gorgeous.
“You should do that more often.”
“Do what?”
“Smile. Makes you less dour, more approachable.”
The big, brash bartender actually blushed a little. “Maybe it keeps the vermin at bay.”
I laughed at that.
“Well, tough guy, your no-nonsense image is intact, but you might actually help your business if you were a little friendlier.”
“My business is just fine as it is.”
A battle for another day.
“Suit yourself,” I said and got out of the booth. “Thank you for your apology. I accept. Are we cool? I want to spend some time with Lee at the trivia table before heading home.”
Wei quickly got up to join me. “But it’s early yet. Well, at least for you. Or it used to be, anyway.”