Cocktails in Chelsea. Nikki Moore

      Yes, please. Sofia thought hazily. Clearing her throat, she managed a croaky, ‘T-thank you.’

      Quinn sauntered up with a circular tray in his hand, sliding her drinks onto it. ‘I’ll carry this over for you.’

      ‘I’m okay, thanks,’ Sofia took a step away from the bar and stumbled. It was embarrassing how badly the heels were crippling her, she was usually quite tough. There was no point being an idiot about it though. ‘I mean, that would be helpful, thank you.’ Spinning around, she walked carefully across the room to Tori and Christie, a little part of her hoping that Nathan was watching. But when she glanced over her shoulder he had already turned his back on her.