Unexpected

Meeting

"Rough day?" Mia's friend Christopher asked when she plopped into a chair at the bar. It was pretty early to be so crowded.
"The bitch being her usual self?"
She took a deep breath and sighed. "You have no idea. She wants me to do a design for her friend's wedding. I guess her friend is freaking out or something so I need to go meet her."
Christopher brought over her usual bottle of Sam Adams.
"Wait," he said, "Isn't a wedding reception for wedding planners?"
"Apparently the wedding planner can't deal with her and quit."
"With Katie or her friend?"
"Good question. I should have asked her to clarify," she laughed.
"Are you going to do it?" he asked, cleaning the bar top.
"Yeah, I'm gonna..."
"Can I get a beer and 2 shots of tequila?" a man butted in, knocking Mia's shoulder.
"Excuse you," she said loudly.
"What?" the guy asked, his blue eyes meeting hers.
Christopher interfered before she told the guy off.
"Man, we were talking."
"Yeah and you're the bartender," he slurred a bit.
"Look," she started. "I don't know who you think you are but you're being rude, asshole."
The man turned to her, dark eyebrows raised. "You don't know who I am, huh?"
"Nope and I don't want to."
She had to admit that he was quite handsome, with blue eyes and dark hair. Guess you could say tall, dark and handsome. The British accent was pretty sexy too.
Still a dick though, unfortunately.
He leaned closer and Mia pulled her head away. She hated when people invaded her personal space.
"Dude, here are your drinks. Go enjoy them with your fans," Christopher said, pushing the drinks towards him.
Mia looked at Christopher who was clenching his fists which bulged his biceps.
The guy asked if she would like to be his fan in her ear. Mia stiffened. Clearly he was wasted.
"Get away from me...now," she gritted out.
"Aw, come on," he whispered in her ear. "Could be fun," he winked.
Looking into his eyes, she said, "Get lost. Christopher, I'm going to head home. Have a good night and..." she looked at the asshole, "good luck."
Sliding off her seat, the asshole grabbed her arm.
"Oh, come on," he said.
Mia closed her eyes and counted to ten.
"If you touch me again I'll break your hand."
He removed it, seeming surprised.
"I didn't get your name," he yelled.
"And you're not going to," she turned and smiled, then pushed her way out of the bar.