The tall glass of clear liquid tinkled with ice as the waiter set it down. "Courtesy of the gentleman." He gestured at a man across the dim club, and she caught the man's eyes. He nodded and smiled. Megan looked at her friends. "I didn't know guys still did that."

"What is it?" Anne said. "Pure vodka?" She pulled the straw over and took a sip. "Doesn't taste like anything."

"Maybe it sneaks up on you and he's trying to get you smashed," Kelly said.

Megan tasted it for herself. "This is just water."

"What?"

"Oh my God!"

"What does he think he's doing?" said her friends.

"Dunno," Megan said. "I'm going to ask him."

Ignoring her friends' noes, she walked over. The man was slim, kind of cute, but she wouldn't normally notice him. She leaned in and asked, "Did you send me a glass of water?" He nodded and smiled. "Why?"

"Everybody needs water," he said. "But everyone has different taste in drinks. I was hoping you'd come over and help me buy you something you like."

"You sent me water because you care what I want?" She smiled and sat. "Then you can order me a hurricane."