“You know,” he says glancing up “if you wanted my attention you could have just said hi.” I narrow my eyes “Oh please, if I wanted your attention I would have sent an email.” He chuckles that annoyingly appealing sound again. “Charming. Remind me why we’re not married already?” “Because I’m reconsidering my life choices.” I mutter, grabbing another napkin.

He grins, obviously enjoying himself “you’re cute when you’re flustered.” I stop mid-wipe, glaring up at him “And you’re cute when you’re silent. We should stick to what works.” “So, you think I’m cute.” A laugh escapes his mouth- even through my irritation, I notice how his eyes crinkle at the corners when he’s actually happy. Great. Exactly what I needed: my brain betraying me at the worst time possible.

“Anyway,” I say straightening up, trying to regain some dignity “Enjoy your… wine-soaked evening.” I turn to leave, but before I can take a step, his hand gently brushes mine, just enough to stop me. “Wait.” I freeze mostly because of how he says it: calm but with a self-assured tone that makes me want to argue or listen. He tilts his head slightly studying me “you’re really just going to walk away after assaulting my suit?” I stare at him “assault? It was an accident.” “Mm. accident or not, I think I’m owed a conversation. Maybe even an apology coffee.” “An apology coffee.” I repeat flatly “Is that your go-to line?” He smiles slow and deliberate “Only when it works.” “Fine.” I reluctantly agree “But you’re paying.” “Wouldn’t dream of it any other way.” He flashes a smug grin and I turn to leave “See you soon, Miss Montgomery.”

The party ended shortly after that. I wasn’t looking forward to the “Apology coffee”

Little did I know I would enjoy it more than I thought.