About the book: year / Clover It's a small tavern that only sells "India Pale Ale" and has a view of the mountains that I can't get enough of. It was supposed to be an ideal place to relax. And I think it would have been so if the big man with a beard on the opposite side of the bar would stop staring at me. God, he's twice my age. Still looks pretty sexy holding a guitar while playing with the band on stage. I have to go see him after this set. No, I must avoid eye contact at all costs. In fact, maybe I'll give him one flirtatious smile and see what happens. After all, I'm on vacation. Atlas She's too young for me to stare at her. I immediately understand this, but I can’t help it. She has this dramatic look that says she has a story to tell and I want to hear every syllable. However, I'm sure she won't even give me the time of day. My buddies keep telling me that I'm about as rude as I look. I blame my job for this. My daily life leads to less eloquent conversations. Still, I'm drawn to her, and no matter how pleasant our conversation was, I won't let it end there.