We ended up having a drink at Throwbacks Tuesday night. I’d be on shift later in the evening, but I thought we could spend a few hours getting to know each other better before work.
Jake looked alluring in well-cut gray slacks and a long-sleeved green shirt that went well with his dark skin tone. I was dressed as I always was for the club in a tight top, jeans and boots. Jake seemed to like that look, a lot, though he was a little distracted.
Sandy served us a couple of drinks—soda for me—with a smile and I led the way to an empty booth. Business was slow then, but would certainly pick up later.
Jake drank some of his Sam Adams and said, “So this is where you spend your evenings. It’s a classy joint.”
“Yeah, it’s cool. My boss is fair and the people I work with aren’t assholes. Now, th
