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.