Fiona’s fingers tightened on her glass.
“When you fell from heaven?” He sat next to her, flexing his muscles.
“I’m a fairy.”
“You’re hot.” His hand closed around her wrist.
“I’m also not interested.” She tried to pull her arm free. His grip held.
“We could have a magical time together.”
Fiona sighed. “If you insist.” She removed her wand from its holster between her wings.
“Abraca-shag-ya!” He grinned.
“More like abraca-shrink-ya.” In a flurry of glitter the man shrunk to the size of a beetle.
Fiona flicked him off the seat and returned to her drink.