“I’d like a Cosmopolitan.”
“Not so fast,” Kotaro replied. ”Show me your hands.”
I obeyed, holding them up and flipping them so he could see their backs. “I guess I look younger than I am,” I giggled.
“I guess so.” He smirked. “I must say, you are very beautiful. May I?” He held a hand out. My face must have showed my confusion, because he explained. “Your hand.”
“Oh,” I laughed and placed my hand in his. He brought it to his lips and met my eyes; I blushed.
“Hm.” The bartender laughed once, without humor.
I cleared my throat. “How about that drink?” I tried to pull my hand away but he held tight. “Hey, let go!”
“You’re underage,” he said.