Samson shook his head, trying to let her know that it was no big deal. “There’s no problem. I can get it fixed” he replied, handing the towel back to her. The towel didn’t do much to fix the stain on his white shirt, but he didn’t mind one bit.
She smiled at him again, and Samson could swear he felt a clench in his gut.
“Can I get you something to drink” she asked, as she moved to the other side of the counter where the drinks were placed.
Samson kept his eyes on her. “Yes.” he said, “An old fashioned would be nice… And keep it coming”
………
Isabella nodded and turned her back to him so she could face the bar. She had no idea what an old fashioned was, nor did she know how to make one. But she did know that she didn’t want to embarss herself in the presence of this incredibly handsome man.
She had only been working at the bar for a few months, but she had never seen him before. That she was sure of, because she knew that if she had, there was no way she wouldn’t remember him. How could she forget a man who looked like that.
The guy was tall and muscled, big-boned, and broad-shouldered. But there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. His hair was as black as a raven, not quite shoulder length, and curling slightly at its ends. But it wasn’t just his hair or his strong body that captured her, not just the impressive hands attached to his body. It was his eyes. Dark eyes they stared at her-hypnotized her as he spoke to her.
She couldn’t shake off those eyes. They made her feel all mushy inside. She couldn’t fail to notice the sensual curve of his mouth, the fullness of his lips, or the strong outline of his jaw. Even his nose was in perfect proportion to his size, long and straight, almost Greek. Never in her life had she come face to face with a man so ruggedly handsome and sensual at the same time.
Isabella had to remind herself that she had other important things to do instead of ogling her customer. That was very unprofessional. She had more important things to do like figuring out how to make the drink he’d ordered. What was that again?… Yeah… An old fashioned.
She had no idea what drinks to mix, so she decided to go with what ever her brain told her to. Who knows, maybe she would get it right. That was unlikely to happen but hey, she had to try. She grabbed a glass, the flask and some whisky from the bar and dropped them on the counter. Now what else should she get? She had no idea. She was about to turn back to the bar when she heard him say in that deep voice of his: “You have no idea what you are doing, do you?”
So it was that obvious?
“Huhh?” Isabella said hurriedly, ready to deny that he was right, but what was the point. She let her shoulders fall, as if accepting defeat. “I’m sorry, you’re right” she added. “I have no idea what you ordered. I haven’t been working here for long and I haven’t done this before. Would you mind if I got you something else?”
She hoped he wasn’t the kind of customer who would make a big deal out of this because she didn’t want any problems.
The man smiled at her, his full lips curved upward, like she’d said something that amused him.”It’s fine” he said. “It’s a simple recipe actually. All you need is rye whiskey, angostura bitters, sugar and orange twist garnish.” He pointed to the flask she had put on the table. “And you don’t need that either cos you don’t have to shake. You just put the sugar in a glass, Cover it with dashes of the bitters, add the whiskey and stir the whole thing until the sugar dissolves, and of course, you add some ice, that’s all”
Isabella blushed. She didn’t want to but she couldn’t help it. This stranger was not only incredibly handsome, but also charming and understanding and she was grateful for it.
She got the items he had mentioned and turned back to him. He tapped his fingers lightly on the counter as he watched her mix the drink the way he had instructed her.
“An old fashioned… As requested” Isabella said as she poured out a glass and handed it to him, “That’s a weird name for a drink” she added.
“It’s not…. At least not for me” Samson replied, “Besides, it suits me. I’m old”
Isabella stared at him, wondering if the man was kidding. Her eyes wandered from his lean handsome face to his chiseled jaw and bulging biceps which looked like they would pop out of his shirt any minute. He didn’t look more than to fourty. Probably in his late thirties.. Maybe thirty six… Thirty seven… Thirty eight, she guessed, but definitely not more than fourty.
Her eyes met his again, and she shamefully realized that he had been watching her the entire time. Watching her ogle him, and the worse part was that he had this smirk on his face, like he was enjoying every second of it. He lifted his glass to his lips and took a sip of his drink, not taking his eyes off her, and Isabella bruised herself with wiping the counter, suddenly needing to do something, and probably wiping it harder then necessary.
“You are definitely not old” she said, “You don’t look like you are”
Samson chuckled, genuinely amused at her statement. If only she knew. He told himself, and for a moment he found himself wondering what her reaction would be like if he told her who he was… Or what he was. He was sure that she would scream in terror and run far away from him. She would flee from the monster, because that was what he was. That cute smile wouldn’t be there anymore. He had seen the reactions of humans whenever they saw his vampire side and it was never good. He didn’t want to scare this Lady away. He realized that he was in fact enjoying her company and suddenly coming to the bar didn’t seem like such a bad idea anymore. He wished he could spend more time with her, so he said instead:
“Looks can be deceiving”
All he got for a reply was another puzzled look from her, and then another of those cute smiles of hers. He was hoping to continue his conversation with her when someone slid into the stool beside him.
Samson didn’t need to turn around for him to know who it was. He felt his anger suddenly return as the voice said to the Lady, : “Two shots of tequila please”