10 parts Ongoing "I don't believe we've met"
I jump, turning around and dropping the glass I had only just picked up. I awaited the sound of glass breaking, but nothing came.
"And you are" his voice was deep laced with a beautiful french accent.
My glass was in his hand, and he leaned lazily against the counter. My breath caught.
Dark hair, close to black, and these piercing blue eyes stared at me, awaiting an answer. this was bad, really bad