Maria and Michael
Smacking him, no matter how much she wanted to, wasn’t really possible since she was working at a bar that wasn’t hers. So for right now she was going to have to settle for that epic eye roll and long-suffering sigh he probably already expected.
“You can’t afford what I’m offering,” she teased back. “No, seriously. Ket’s See the money. This isn’t my bar and you’re paying up front. Your drinks aren’t coming out of my tips, Guerin.”