Drew POV
Waiting in my office for Ashley to arrive seemed to take forever. I had looked at the flyer on my desk for the one-hundredth time, and it did not mention dress codes or any indication as to what we needed to wear. Most higher-end restaurants stipulate a dress code, like smart casual, but for the life of me, I cannot locate anything, even on the website. It had no stipulation, my worry was because there was no dress code, and maybe the restaurant was not high-end like I was led to believe.
Ashley knocks on the door, and I almost yell, ‘Enter” out to him.
Ashley entered with a confused look at the way I had called him into the room, he took a seat in front of my desk and waited for me to speak. He made his face blank and stared at me, one of the few who could look me in the eyes
