"What are the best bars to go to in the city?"
I asked him this just because I knew it would catch him by surprise. And it did. I watched his dark eyebrows raise up and he sucked in a deep breath; I tried not to look so in love as he bit his bottom lip and ran his hand through his mess of unkempt hair that was growing a bit too long and curling around his ears.
Then he laughed. Kind of in a disbelieving way where his brown eyes became wide and his mouth was agape.
"Why do you want to know?"
He was on to me. I wasn't trying to be inconspicuous. I wanted him to realize what I was doing.
"I'm just curious to know where you hang out after work everyday."
He scoffed and leaned across his desk to me. I leaned forward as well, my elbows resting on the light wood finish, supporting my head resting in my hands. The smirk on my lips was driving him mad.
"What makes you think I drink everyday!?" He shook his head disbelievingly, a large grin spread between his rosy cheeks.
It was prett...
