"Magic. Really." The young man's voice practically oozed scepticism.
"That's right," Christine murmured back, tracing a finger around the edge of her wineglass. She could see potential in this young soldier, out with his mates after being promoted captain. "You'd be amazed some of the things I could show you."
"Try me," he challenged.
She smiled and placed one finger against the base of the wineglass. Slowly, the pale gold champagne turned the dark red of wine, then froze solid.
His eyes widened. "Sign me up."
"Captain Becker, I think we'll get along splendidly," she purred.
