Los Angeles

"You come here often?"

"What?" Linda turned towards the voice drink still in hand. "Maze."

Maze laughed. "How often do these pickup lines really work?"

"Depends on the person."

Maze sat on the stool next to Linda.

As Maze ordered her drink Linda went to set hers back on the bar.

"I bet your clothes would look better on my floor."

Linda's drink splashed on the counter and her hand. Turning back towards Maze she stopped short with the closeness of her. Or maybe it was the emotion on her face. She couldn't help it her gaze dropped to Maze's lips.

Maze closed the distance.