“To historically accurate bar wenches,” she toasted, glancing back over her shoulder at the woman before taking another drink from her mug. When she came up for air, she found Max heartily laughing at her.
Without the woman's cleavage in her direct line of sight, Hailey noticed her facial features: dark eyes and brunette hair. Gorgeous.
“Laugh it up!” she chimed in, laughing along with him. “I suck at women. They’re just so pretty—and scary—and pretty.” She rolled her eyes at Max, not minding that he was getting a laugh at her expense.
They moved slowly, not really heading in any particular direction or with any purpose. “There’s a stein-holding contest later. Maybe I can win it and impress her,” Hailey joked.
But she knew there was a slim chance of her winning a game of arm strength. She had tried bouldering once, and that had been the beginning and end of that.
Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a map of the fair. “Anything you want to do?”
Without the woman's cleavage in her direct line of sight, Hailey noticed her facial features: dark eyes and brunette hair. Gorgeous.
“Laugh it up!” she chimed in, laughing along with him. “I suck at women. They’re just so pretty—and scary—and pretty.” She rolled her eyes at Max, not minding that he was getting a laugh at her expense.
They moved slowly, not really heading in any particular direction or with any purpose. “There’s a stein-holding contest later. Maybe I can win it and impress her,” Hailey joked.
But she knew there was a slim chance of her winning a game of arm strength. She had tried bouldering once, and that had been the beginning and end of that.
Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a map of the fair. “Anything you want to do?”