I continually watch as the three gentlemen partake in their conversation. They constantly keep looking at me. I look down at my outfit, is there something on me? No, that couldn't be it, maybe the waitress before me was just a lot faster at this.

I subconsciously shrug my shoulder unable to take my eyes off of them, particularly the man with the red hair.

Oh well, they will just have to wait.

I begin to pour the bourbon into each glass. The rise of laughter draws my attention away from my task. I watch intently, but as they gain my full attention I start to feel a cool wetness running over my hand. I look down at the glass that I have overfilled and liquor has now poured out over the counter.

"Dang it!" I mutter under my breath.

I grab a small towel from under the bar and begin to wipe off the spilled liquor. Each glass must be dried off before they are set on the tray.

Well, I better get over there they're probably getting impatient. I balance the tray on one hand and take a deep breath in, holding it for several seconds. When I can no longer hold the breath I slowly exhale and begin my journey across the bar.

When I finally reach my destination the table becomes silent. So silent, that you could hear a pen drop. It is a bit unnerving. I swallow hard trying to pull myself together. This is the most uncomfortable I have ever felt.

I start with the man on the right working my way around the table. The silence continues and I would be lying if I said it wasn't a bit unsettling. I place each glass in front of the men on a cardboard coaster.

The last man at the table I have to wait on is the one with the red hair. I start to approach his seat to place his drink in front of him. As I take one step closer toward him, I feel a foot slide in front of mine.

"Oh no!" I gasp as I begin my descent toward the man.

It's too late, I can't stop myself. This poor man is about to be doused in his own drink.

I feel my face hit his chest. My tray and his drink go flying. Fortunately, they both hit the floor instead of the man.

I feel his arms encircle me. My face turns as white as sheet, and I find myself breathless.

A warm cheek meets mine and I close my eyes as his breath travels across my right ear. I then hear a kind voice, "are you alright?"

Instantly, I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. I pull my face from his, my cheeks red from embarrassment. "I.... I'm fine." I struggle to give him a response.

I then realize what happened and the words of my apology escape my lips in slow motion.

"I am so, so sorry." I pick myself up off of him. He seems a tad reluctant to let go, but slowly his arms retract.

I grab my rag from my waist and I begin to wipe up the liquor soaked floor. I stand up with the glass and tray in hand.

"I will have another drink right out for you and gentlemen this round is on me." With my blushing cheeks redder than ever I rush back to the liquor cabinet. The faint sound of laughter rings in my ears.

What is wrong with me today? Have I lost my mind? Did he really wrap his arms around me?

I shake my head trying to clear myself of the thought. Setting the clean glass on the counter, I begin to fill it. This time I don't bother with the tray and I carry the drink by hand. As I arrive at the table I immediately set the man's drink before him.

"I cannot apologize more, I feel so terrible about what happened." I stutter a bit extremely nervous speaking directly to the man.

He shoots me a friendly smile. And with the most seductive voice says, "Sweetheart it's alright, it could have happened to anyone."

My mind begins to race as the blood fills my cheeks once again. Sweetheart? He called me sweetheart. Snap out of it, he's just being polite.

"Alright, well is there anything else I can get for you?" I feel myself flirtatiously batting my eyes. My cheeks are so hot at this point I feel that they are going to burst.

He raises a brow and I anxiously await his response to hear his sweet voice one more time. "Let me get another round of drinks" he chuckles. I nod thinking that he is done, but he begins to speak once more, "Oh yeah, and your name?"

My heart begins to race and my palms start to sweat profusely. His smile sending me into a trance-like state.

"Uh...Taylor, my name is Taylor."