*8* David

“Your hottie?” David asked and she turned to face him. Her cheeks were bright pink, turning red. She gave him a nervous smile that made his heart skip a beat. “She said it, not me. That’s Wallflower,” she told him with a soft musical voice that made his heart race even faster. Wallflower, he repeated in silently wondering about the nicknames before he noticed that she was nearly at the bar. With a slight sense of panic, he rushed over to where she was. He didn’t want to let her get too far away from him and allow the chance for some other man to step in and take her away.