Kenneth quickly turned back towards the bar, wondering where the bartender had gone. He noticed him flirting and talking with the girls down at the other end, hoping that with the tap of his palm against the counter that the man would realize he was there. It didn't work, but it was enough of a distraction to keep busy. He wasn't sure who the woman was. There were a lot of faces he didn't recognize, and it wasn't his goal to attract any.
Her whisper sent a shiver up his back, blush to his cheeks. Kenneth cleared his throat. "I'm sorry?" he asked innocently, flattening his tie in a very nervous action.