Gael walked her towards the open bar where a couple of bartenders served drinks. Angela got herself a White Christmas Margarita—a first for her. She was feeling festive, and the name sounded cute, so she wanted to try it. It was a concoction of coconut milk, tequila, triple sec, lime juice, and blended with shredded ice. The glass's rim was sanded with sugar instead of salt, and it was garnished with a slice of lime and some cranberries—a weirdly good combination.
She waited for him to get a refill of his drink, giving her time to study him. Gael wore a navy blue shirt with the two top buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of white chinos. He looked delicious in every way, as usual. She had to take a huge gulp of her drink as he was making her thirsty. One thing about Gael was his sense of fashion. She swore this man would look good in any outfit—or without it.
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