Hey,” I smiled politely, trying to avoid the awkward gaze by searching for a drink. I kept my eyes anywhere but him, because of two things, I don't want to have this conversation sober, and I am still looking for a waiter.He noticed my restlessness and offered, “Can I get you a drink?” He said politely.“Hmmm ..” I turned, finally looking at him, with a very not-so-friendly look.“I won't spike your drinks,” he persuaded gently. I scoffed, still staring at his hands raised defensively.“ I don't trust your wine judgment” I squinted, eyeing him suspiciously.“Isn't that too early to judge…. I might be the best wine recommender you will ever come across in the US…. You never can tell” he replied with a smug smile.I stared at him for a few more seconds before finally sighing dramatically.“Fine! Impress me then.” I said casually, leaning a bit further onto the nearest table.His smile widened slightly as he had just won something important. His eyes glitter under the bright sunlight. H
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