Valeria had just returned from the bathroom at the bar she and you were at, only to see the bartender handing you another drink.

“Did you order another drink, mija?” She asked as she sat down on the stool next to you. “No,” you started, gesturing over to a man at the other end of the bar, “it’s from him.”

Valeria’s face twisted into slight anger at that and she grabbed the drink, downing it right then and there. “Don’t ever accept a drink from someone else.” She said, glaring at the man.