Add alcohol and stir!
Thomas’ small display of Spanish was enough to put a delighted smile on Elena’s face and she giggled at him almost bashfully. “Usted es muy bueno!” she complimented, and noticing the light blush on his cheeks brought some extra colour to her own. As shaken as she was to be in the presence of her father, their speaking Spanish did make her feel a little more comfortable, and she became confident that she could now push through her anxiety. She looked to Adam once again and smiled. He was handsome, kind and funny and best of all, he spoke perfect Spanish. The image her mother had painted of him in Elena’s mind was nothing like the man he seemed to be. It gave her a little confidence boost that she hadn’t made a mistake abandoning her mother and coming over to Ireland after all. It almost seemed too good to be true, but he had said that he went to Cuba on business, so it made sense that he could have met her mother. Maybe he hadn’t left her on purpose like she had told her - if he went in and out of Cuba on business often enough, maybe he had never even known that she was pregnant. There was so much to learn about him and about his relationship with her mother. She couldn’t trust a single word of what she had been told in the past.
When Adam reassured her that there were plenty more glasses to replace the one she had dropped, it reminded her that he still had no idea of who she was to him. To him, her nervous reaction to working out who he was must have looked like it came from dropping the glass itself. It would have made her laugh, but she knew she couldn’t correct him, so she had to let him believe that was the reason. She was so overwhelmed to have met him that her heart sank when he stood up from the bar and went back to his table, and only hoped that she would get to speak to him again before he left.
Once Adam had left Elena remembered that she had been halfway through a drinks order, and was happy to notice that the women whose drinks she was supposed to be making were at the same table as her father. Elena sent Thomas another bashful smile and laughed at herself, slightly embarrassed. “Plenty more glasses,” she repeated Adam’s words as she picked up a fresh glass to start making the old fashioned from scratch again. “Tomás - Thomas - you want a drink, too?” she asked. She couldn’t help but notice how good-looking the young man was. Normally talking to such a handsome face would make her nervous but after talking to her father, Thomas seemed far less intimidating. Then, suddenly, she realised she might have missed something huge. “The Sullivans are a big family...are you the son of Adam?” she asked as she poured the whiskey over the ice. “They are very kind to give me the job. I come from Cuba without family, but at my job I can talk with people. Everyone here are kind to me. Like you.” She smiled at him again as she picked up the tray of drinks for the two women at the table. “You sit here and I come back to make a drink for you?”
“Okay,” she announced, more timidly than before now that Adam was seated at the table. “I have drinks for you…” One by one, she set the whiskeys down in front of Blake, and then the old fashioned in front of Aliana. “Adam, I make a drink for you too and take it here, okay?” Elena brought the tray up against her chest, still feeling shy and overwhelmed around the man. Without hesitation, she hurried back to the bar and let out a breath of relief. “Hello, Thomas,” she greeted him again, pleased that he was still here. “What can I get for you?”
Bella:D Thomas, Blake
Misty Gray Adam