"Do you want a drink?"
Without hesitation, Dave offered the champagne to Celine. Celine almost died of annoyance. Since earlier, she hadn't taken her angry gaze off Dave.
"Hey! Why are you looking at me like that? Aren't I good enough to offer you a drink?"
It's useless, that guy's too empty-brained, Celine thought. She had decided that she would never waste her energy on getting too mad at this man.
A smile etched on Celine's peach lips, before she finally answered softly, like a cry of an angel's voice in Dave's heart. "Mr. Dave, I don't drink alcohol. Thank you for your kindness."
For a moment, Dave lost focus. Celine's smile was more intoxicating than the drink that was now in his grasp. So he only heard Celine's words, and instead focused on the sound of the voice and the smile produced by the woman's sweet mouth.
