“Cuba libre para la señorita” the bartender beamed, as he presented the drink. He was cute in an older grandpa kind of way that made her feel bad that she was still wearing her shades. She flicked them off and gave a quick smile before taking a big sip…Ooooh yeah, that’s the stuff. She scans the room and finds her eyes darting towards the DJ. He is lost in the music, not even looking away from his computer as he turns dials and listens to his headphones with an intensity that didn’t really fit a beachfront bum bar. She found herself alternating between sipping her drink, looking at the dance floor and stealing glances at the DJ, careful not to over stare. He hadn’t looked up yet but she was noticing a strong jaw, lean frame and caramel skin. Curly, dark hair fell over hazel eyes still locked to his screen. He would close his eyes every few minutes to listen, and would sway his head as if moved by the music. Something sexy about the way he was so into the rhythm. She kinda surprised herself for a second, before motioning the bartender for another drink.