Purposely short chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Justice League, just the colorful literary rainbows I barf out.
Chapter Eleven: Not As Sweet
The man shrugged, leaning on the table and giving her a charming smile. She internally frowned, fully facing him, while at the same time angling herself so that he couldn't see the left side of her face; the only reason he would call her "gorgeous" was if he didn't see her face completely. If he saw her scarred face now, he might get embarrassed for the slip up and not tip as well.
"What can I get you to drink?"
"I'll take a lemonade, but I bet it's not as sweet as you."
Her eye twitched at that crappy line.
