She had hardly merged into the crowd when a waiter came over, bowing politely to her.
He carried a platter in one hand, and on it was a goblet filled with a green cocktail.
Grasshopper.
A green grasshopper.
A cocktail for women, naturally not as intense as the previous Earthquake.
"I didn't order this."
Raising her eyebrows, Flossie Wright looked at him without any reaction, her eyes filled with calmness and serenity.
The waiter responded with a slight smile, full of politeness, "Our bartender sent this over."
She glanced towards the bar and her eyes intersected with the gaze of the bartender, who was looking her way. He nodded at her, his eyes sparkling with interest.
Puzzled, Flossie gave a crooked smile, turned her body slightly, then spoke to the waiter in a gentle tone, "Well, thank you."
Once she finished speaking, she lifted her hand, cradling the stem of the goblet, and brought it to her.
