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He stares at me for a couple of seconds and lets out a long sigh. He doesn't say anything before he heads back to make another drink. I make a face as I look back at my friends.
"It's his job," Elisabetta says, shaking her head. "Don't feel bad."
"I just think that maybe?—"
"Don't worry about it. He's always grumpy," the hot guy from next to me says.
"Oh, okay. I felt like he thought I was messing him around, but it's not my fault my friends just kept arriving."
"Exactly. Just give him a big tip."
"Yeah, I'll do that." I smile at him.
Though I don't know exactly how big of a tip I'm going to give him because I don't have that much money in the bank and I kind of didn't like his attitude, but I know enough about tipping to not make that comment just in case he feels like you should always give 20 to 25% no matter if you think you get bad service. A little voice tells me that I’m the reason why he was in a bad mood. I should have ordered all the drinks at the same time. Maybe I’d give him 30% to make up for having him go back and forth so many times.
"My name's Osprey, by the way," he says, holding out his hand.
"Oh, nice to meet you, Osprey. I'm…" I pause and freeze as he gives me a very thorough once-over. "Sorry. I literally just blanked on my name," I say, staring into his dark eyes. I feel absolutely ridiculous.
"That's okay. Names are hard things to remember, even when they're your own."
"You're really nice. I would say I had a blonde moment, but I'm not even blonde. I'm Skye with an E."
"Nice to meet you Skye with an E. So yeah, about that stylist?"
"Yeah. I can get his information for you if you want."
"Actually, I was hoping that?—"
"Hey, Skye, I found a table." Marie tugs on my arm. "Come, let's sit."
"You guys go," I say. "I am just waiting on the last rum and Coke and I have to give this guy my credit card."
"I got it," Elisabetta says, pushing her way next to me and holding out her credit card.
"No," I say. "I am?—"
"No, Skye," she insists, glaring at me. "I'll just use Daddy's card. This is nothing. And if you just lost your job, which you have to tell us all about, by the way, I don't think you should be springing for drinks for everyone."
"Oh, Elisabetta, you really don't have to do that. It makes me feel bad."
"Don't feel bad," she says. "Just help me find a hottie tonight."
"I will. At least I'll try."
I look at Osprey and find him staring at his phone. I hope he's not upset by the fact that my friends completely interrupted him.
"So, I think I'm going to go and sit with my friends," I say to him. "But maybe if you want to join us, you can."
"Thanks," he says, nodding. "Appreciate it."
"You're welcome."
I wait to see if he's going to join us or not, but he looks back down at his phone. Maybe I turned him off by having too many friends here. I've always heard that men were intimidated by groups of women together.
The bartender returns with the fourth rum and Coke. "Let me know if you want a fifth one," he says sarcastically, and I give him my best, “I’m sorry and think you’re being a good sport” smile, even though I don't think he's being the best sport ever. Though, I’m not sure that I’d behave any differently if I were in his shoes.
Elisabetta hands him the card. "You keep the tab open," she says. "Any of my friends are welcome to order drinks on it."
