Accept

For the briefest of seconds you consider declining the invitation, but the memory of the man's dark, compelling eyes is too strong and intriguing. Your belly flutters at the thought of talking to him, sharing a drink with him, losing yourself in those penetrating eyes....

Get hold of yourself, Lisa, it's just a drink, you mentally scold yourself even as you look up at the stewardess and nod your acceptance of the invitation. Your friends are staring at you with expressions of interest, curiosity and eagerness, and you remember that you need to bring one of them with you.

The question is, which one?