Winter Hart
“Hi, I’m so sorry I’m late,” I rushed as I approached Jake who sat at the hotel bar. “You look nice,” I smiled when I caught my breath. He wore a burgundy button shirt tugged into a dark pair of jeans. “I must look like a hot mess,” I looked down at myself still in my work outfit from earlier and brushed some stray hair from my face.
He stood up from his seat and helped me with my coat. “I think you look beautiful,” he said, kissing my cheek and helping me sit on the bar stool beside him.
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Mission,” I chuckled as I leaned on the bar top.
“That’s what I’m hoping for, Miss Hart,” he smirked.
“Can I have a water?” I asked the bartender when he came by. “I’m starving, are you hungry? Can we turn this into dinner with drinks?” I turned and
