Your Hand Found Mine

Cassandra Vasquez wasn't hiding away. She was just really busy; the design studio she and her brother owned was really starting to make a name for itself, and the work was just flying in. That was the only reason she didn't go out much, or really even keep in touch with her friends anymore. It had nothing to do with her ex; she wasn't hung up on Sarah, or afraid to get back out there. She wasn't.
But when she found that Sarah was getting married to some guy named Roger, on a day where everything else was also wrong, somehow it became harder to pretend that she was fine. She let her brother drag her away from work, just this once, to this quirky hole in the wall he knew called the One Toothed Shark. It wasn't her kind of bar at all--but something about it kept her coming back anyway. It was probably the drinks. Or, maybe, it was Hayley, that stupidly charming bartender full of idiotic ideas and armed with impeccable instincts for making Cass laugh despite herself.
... no, it was definitely the drinks, because Cassie Vasquez wasn't looking for love, and it was just ridiculous to think that Hayley, who was just being nice to one of her most awkward customers, was offering anything of the sort.