"Flirting?" Ben flashed a smile, his eyes twinkling as he continued to mix a drink for a white-bearded man sitting not far from Hazel. A neat whiskey. Whatever that meant. Hazel didn't quite grasp the bar terminology, but she tried to learn and observe. Ben kept stealing glances at her.
"So, you're not flirting with me?" Hazel raised an eyebrow. Her head was starting to spin. She wasn't very good with alcohol, and foolishly, she had ordered a strong drink.
"No. Why would I flirt with you? I'm just being friendly," Ben defended himself. After finishing his task, he grabbed a chair and sat across from Hazel, resting his chin on his hand again. Favorite pose for him, apparently.
His face looked even more handsome up close. His eyes sparkled like lightning. Hazel swallowed, feeling the alcohol rush through her system like concert-goers at a Taylor Swift show.