It wasn't one of the waiters dressed in cool, camel shorts but a tall man in slim black trousers and an unbuttoned vest with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows that presented the guest with her mojito. He at least did it with a certain flair, bowing before her with the glass balanced in the center of a serving tray in one hand, eyebrows raised for approval. "I've been hearing the bar makes these a touch bitter for some of the guest's tastes, and you look like you could use something sweet. What do you think?" Tony asked, only the corner of his mouth twitching to betray his charade at first, but it was enough for him to give up the act and smile broadly at her while his gaze swept down to her toes then back up to meet her eyes shamelessly. There weren't many guests he didn't recognize, though, admittedly, names didn't come so easily, and he didn't like leaving such a lovely young face out.