The woman walked up to the bar and ordered a blended margarita. The bartender said, “It will take a little time ma’am I have to go to the kitchen to use their blender, mine is not working.”
“That’s fine,” she said as she hopped onto the bar stool. Watching the bartender get her drink started she noticed a man at the end of the counter. He smiled her way and she gave a small quick smile back. She was here to relax, not to find a date.
The bartender stopped to talk to the man on his way to the kitchen. In a short time, he returned and handed the margarita to her. She asked, “How much do I own you?”
“Nothing ma’am. The tan gent at the end of the bar bought it for you.”
She took a sip and inwardly sighed deeply. She really didn’t want to talk to him, but she couldn’t be rude. She gave the bartender a tip and made her way to the end of the bar.
“I owe you a thanks for this drink I hear,” she said and noticed the rugged good looks and deep tan… he had to have an outdoor job or spent all his free time at the beach.
“It is my pleasure Dawn,” he replied.
She was shocked by the fact he knew her name and showed her surprise. “Wait, how did you know my name.”
In a short gesture the truth came out. He pointed to the name badge she had forgotten to take off after work and she turned bright red.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – (I stretched the challenge a little with this one – tan gent.) tangent