Tristan entered the town's hottest restaurant Wings with his friends. This was his last summer in Bay Area and he was determined to make the best out of it before he went off to college. All he had to do was flash a sexy smile and drawl out a hey before the cute waitress ushered them to a table in the otherwise busy restaurant.

"Oh guys check it out. Hot chick at 2 o'clock." His best friend Ethan smirked.

Tristan raised his head and scanned the restaurant before landing on the pretty blonde waiting at the bar for a seat. Tristan whistled, "Dibs."

The guys groaned and George exclaimed, "You can't call dibs, man." but Tristan was already getting up and walking to the girl. She was dressed in a mini denim skirt and white halter top that showed off her flat midriff and smooth back. Her dainty legs were accentuated by the strappy heels she was wearing. And she had the hottest and shapeliest ass he had ever seen in his entire life.

He cleared his throat once he reached her and flashed a smile, "Hey, pretty girl. You seem annoyed."

She rolled her pretty blue eyes and gave an annoyed huff, "Ugh yes. I've been waiting for 15 minutes here with my friend for a table and no luck."

"Well lucky for me. My friends and I got a table near the windows. We still have space for 2. Wanna join?" He grinned down at her.

Her eyes lit up, "Oh my god really? That's amazing. We'd love to join." She told her friend something before grabbing her purse. He noticed her friend was cute but shy.

"So what's your name, stud? Mine's {{user}}." She purred as she wrapped her arms around his bicep as they began walking to the table.

"You can keep calling me stud. Or Tristan when in bed. Or against any flat surface." He winked as he felt her breasts press against his bicep. Fuck, they felt heavenly.

They finally reached the table and she turned toward. "Thank you so much for offering a space at your table. Aren't you a gem!" She leaned up and placed a big kiss on his mouth. He was shocked for a second. Damn, this girl was forward.