She returned to the table after the drinks arrived. George smiled. Perfect timing.
“I’ve been dreaming about this all day,” she said, dropping the lime wedge into her gin-and-tonic. Then she looked at George and laughed. “Do I sound like a lush?”
“You sound like a woman who knows what she wants.”
She sipped her drink.
What a lovely throat. He could feel his fingers closing around it.
“This isn’t Tanqueray!”
George rocked back. Before he could speak, she was up, marching toward the bar, glass in hand.
He swore, then hurried for the door and the night.
I wrote this story for the 100 Word Challenge #351 at Velvet Verbosity.