CHAPTER 312 FRIENDS 2

  His eyes are so strong even when he's not speaking, it's like his eyes are talking. And I sure do want to taste that thick lips of his.

  "It's kind of creeping me out." He added.

  I clear my throat and watched the bartender handing him his glass of whisky.

  "Thank you." He politely said.

  "Anything for the lovely lady in all white?" The bartender asked me.

  I scratch my hair. "Do you have... Martini?"

  "We sure do. One glass?"

  I nod.

  From the corner of my eye, I noticed that this british man was still looking at me. "Could you stop looking at me like that?" I mocked him.

  "It's creeping me out." I added and he grinned at it while he looked away from my gaze.

  "Here's your martini." The bartender handed.

  I smiled. "Thanks."

  The handsome british man stared eagerly at the bartender as he begins to entertain other customers. "A woman who's all alone who curses a lot in public and drinks martini. Not that typical." He begins to speak again.