Chapter 1

HAZY PERSPECTIVE

As I stand here waiting for the bartender, a dark haired, brown eyed man approaches. In a soft voice he says, "Could I buy you a drink?"

"Now why would I let you do that," I jokingly ask.

"Well you'll just have to wait and find out," he says, taking a step forward with a very persuasive grin painted across his face.

"Fine, but I need to know your name," I state.

"Haze," he says, "and yours?"

"Janet, but my friends call me Jan for short."

"Well Janet, what would you like," he asks.

"How about a Cosmo?"

"How very Carrie Bradshaw of you," he says staring into my eyes.

"I try to stay classy..." I pause staring back at him.

"What would you like," the bartender asks. Neither of us respond, we were completely inattentive to our surroundings.

"Hello, I asked if you wanted anything" the bartender spoke again, this time he was louder.

I broke the gaze and faced the bartender, "I would like a Cosmo," I reply.