They reached the table that held the drinks and Scotty scanned the array of liquor before smirking at her. "Are you old enough to drink?"

Surprised at the question she stuttered. "Well … no."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen. But I'll be eighteen in a few months … " she blushed, wondering why she had said that.

"I think you better stick with soda."

She cocked her head at him, not wanting him to think that she still needed his protection. "Well for ...