Miles P.O.V
“Hey is Layla around?” some guy asked when he came to the bar.
“She is checking stock. Can I take a message?” I asked
“I am Kyle, her boyfriend.” He smiled “I will wait.” He added.
I was hoping he would come in. If I knew who he was I would have told him she was in a meeting or something. Maybe he would have gone away then. Actually, that would probably be a little harsh. I don’t exactly have the right to be jealous, do I?
“OK. Can I get you anything while you wait?” I asked.
I wanted time to suss this guy out for a minute. I knew she wouldn’t come back through for at least another ten minutes.
“Just a black coffee please.” He smiled.
I gave him a fake smile and nodded. I headed over to grab his coffee, taking it back to him.
“Thanks. You must be Miles, the new
