He’s a threat. He’s male and obviously a guy who can pull girls easily with a smile and a wink. Just not me, never me. I inhale deeply, swallow hard, regaining outward control while my insides shudder, and try to return to that silent, moody aura I had a second ago.

“Tastes good... you must have the magic touch.” He says it softly, but I notice he’s moved back to give me room, and I relax a tiny mite that he has given me my breathing space back. I don’t answer, but I stare ...