‘Why not?’ the man says, heading behind the bar.

I feel as if I must’ve caught him about to take a break or something, but he’s started making my drink now, looking around behind the bar for the various tools and ingredients.

‘What’s your name?’ he asks me.

‘Lila,’ I reply. ‘What’s yours?’

The man smiles.

‘I’m Freddie.’

Freddie is tall, maybe 6´ 3˝. He looks quite broad too, which makes me wonder what’s going on underneath that shirt of his. I can tell, as he shakes my drink, that he must be quite muscular – muscles he must’ve got throwing around something much heavier than a cocktail shaker. He has a mess of brown hair on top of his head, which he pushes out of his eyes with the back of his hand. Interestingly, despite being tall, dark and handsome, he has the most vivid blue eyes I’ve ever seen.

Freddie finds me getting lost in his eyes. As he gives me a cheeky smile, I notice the dimples that form in his cheeks.

This might be my broken heart and booze consumption talking, but he is possibly the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in real life. He seems to ooze charm and warmth and there’s just something about his nature, I don’t know, I feel as if I know him.

‘One porn star martini,’ he says, placing it down on the bar in front of me.

The cocktail is such a vivid pink colour, while the little shot of champagne sparkles next to it.

‘What do I owe you?’ I ask.

He just smiles and laughs.

‘It’s on me,’ he replies. ‘I think I’ll join you for one, if you don’t mind?’

‘I’d be glad of the company,’ I admit.

Freddie walks back around the bar with his drink and sits down next to me.

‘So, how do you drink yours?’ he enquires curiously.

At the moment the answer is ‘quickly and en masse’, but today isn’t a usual day.

I watch as Freddie squeezes his passion fruit into his drink. He pours his shot of champagne in before giving it a stir with his finger. He looks at me, waiting for an answer, as he lightly sucks the fruity alcohol off his fingertip. Perhaps I’m thirstier than I realised.

‘I, erm…’ Pull yourself together, Lila. ‘Not like that. I drink mine separately. A porn star martini is like ordering a drink that comes with a free mini drink. Usually, my best friend and I use our shots to toast something before knocking them back.’

Today, at the airport, I was toasting alone. Here’s to me, free of my bastard fiancé. Here’s to my holiday, which I don’t have to share with anyone. Here’s to the rest of my life, which it looks as if I’m going to be spending all by myself. I soon stopped toasting myself, when I realised that, with each drink, the toasts were getting bleaker.

‘A free mini drink.’ Freddie laughs to himself. ‘I’ve never heard that before. I like it.’