April sputtered, sincerely glad she'd only taken a small sip of her drink. Mark somehow managed to look both concerned and innocent as he offered her a napkin.
"That wasn't nice, Mark."
The giggle following that statement showed she was taking it as intended. Mark seemed about to say something else when another man approached their table.
"Who's the skirt, Slate?"
For the first time, April got a glimpse of the serious side of Mark.
"If you can manage to stop being an arse and ask politely, I might introduce you. If not, you can bugger off."