“Cookie Monster?” I asked in a sweet voice. He looked up at me, smiling. He wasn’t drunk yet. “Yeah, Red?” I used my best pout on him. “Will you come dance with me?” I asked, almost pleading. His eyebrows rose in surprise. “You’re one of the few guys around here I trust not to get handsy.” His eyebrows dropped as he understood; no one wanted a repeat of the bar.
