CHAPTER 9: Damian

As the old saying goes, time flies when you’re having fun. Looking down at my phone, I see it’s just after eleven. My gaze moves to Robert. The poor thing has been sitting at the bar waiting for her for six hours. This job must get boring for him.

I notice her gaze as she gives him a smile that hopefully conveys her apologies, She turns her attention back to me.

“It’s getting late” She says, disappointment tracing heavily in her voice. “I probably should get going” she continued.

I’ve had the best time. Probably the best time I’ve ever had in my life. I know I’m going to look back on tonight with fondness for years to come. We talked and laughed about anything and everything. Though nothing too deep. She did ask a few personal questions over the course of the night, which I readily answered but when I could see she wasn’t forthcoming with information when I ask her some, I didn’t pry any further.

“I suppose you’re right” I say leaning back into my chair. I’m sure I sound