I found a spare stool at the bar and ordered a drink. It took me about thirty seconds to notice I was sitting next to a muscly guy with blond hair and bright blue eyes. He had his back to the wall while nursing a tumbler of scotch on the rocks as he surveyed the room. He was Hollywood’s definition of gorgeous. Not that it would matter if he didn’t have a personality to match his roguish good looks and body builder-scale muscles. I hadn’t talked to him yet, which meant another twizzle stick was about to be mine.
“Hi,” I said, gesturing towards his lanyard. “I’m mint leaves, and you are…?”
Flashes of hot pink ignited at the edges of my vision, dominating the other colours already dancing there. The colour of his voice was beautiful, which was a good start.
“Really? That means that together, we’re a mojito.”
The man laughed. “I think we’re missing a few ingredients.” Vibrant pink swirled and undulated with the rhythm of his words.
“Maybe a mojito in potential?”
He laughed louder while I motioned to the barman.
“Light rum and mint leaves,” I told him.
He nodded, checked off our combination on a list, and gave us a twizzle stick. Twenty-four. I had more than hot-pink guy.
“How come you’re not mixing?” I asked.
“I’m talking to you, aren’t I?”
It was my turn to laugh. “Now you are, but you were alone when I came over.”
“I needed a breather.”
“Yeah, me too.” I turned around to face away from the bar and leant against it. I’m Kasper, by the way.” I held my hand out.