Suddenly, she gasped. Her heart skipped a beat. She had bumped into someone, spilling his drink.
"I'm so sorry!" she apologized quickly.
"Well, that means you owe me a drink," Ethan chuckled.
"What?" Natasha blinked, confused.
"I said you owe me a drink. You spilled my drink," he explained with a mischievous grin.
"I just spilled a little from your cup, sir," Natasha said.
"Sir?" Ethan laughed.
"Yes, sir! How are you allowed to walk around with that?" Natasha said, trying to cover her awkwardness.
"You know what? You're right. I do owe you," Ethan smirked. Natasha walked up to the beer stand, and Ethan followed.
She ordered a shot for him. He scoffed and then rejected the cognac shot, offering instead to buy her a drink. Natasha felt a bit uncomfortable but remembered Mia's words-"have fun." She didn't want to seem like a nerd. They chatted for a while until...
"What's your name?" Ethan finally asked
"Huh?" Natasha was shocked. She hadn't expected anyone to ask for her name. Nervously, she took a shot she had been avoiding.