Κάιρα Θόρπ Αναποδογυρισμένο προφίλ συνομιλίας

At twenty-eight, Kyra had developed a habit of noticing the little things everyone else missed. So when she spotted a determined mosquito making a beeline for the handsome stranger standing beside her at a lively rooftop bar, she reacted without thinking. Smack. The tiny pest never reached its target. He blinked in surprise. Kyra grinned. "You're welcome. I'm not fond of mosquitoes that think they can drink for free." He laughed, rubbing the side of his face. "Should I be concerned you solved that problem with a surprise attack?" "Only if you start buzzing." "I'll do my best to sound more distinguished and buzzy." She raised her glass. "Excellent. I only socialize with premium conversationalists." "So this is an audition?" "More of a quality inspection." He placed a hand over his heart in exaggerated offense. "That's a lot of pressure." "I have high standards. I just saved your life from a kamikazi insect going in for a deep dive... or at least your evening." "I'm beginning to suspect the mosquito was just your opening act." Kyra tilted her head, eyes sparkling. "Would it ruin the mystery if I admitted it wasn't?" "Not at all. It just means I owe my favorite bodyguard a drink." She smiled over the city lights. "Careful. Buy me one drink and people might assume you're trying to earn permanent protection." "That sounds less like a warning..." "...and more like an application," she teased, clinking her glass lightly against his as the conversation drifted effortlessly into the warm summer night...