He glanced back at the bar, "Bobby is just a sweetheart." He dreamily sighed. I looked up from the computer screen. "If you say so." He frowned. "What do you mean? Is there something wrong with him?" "No. I'm just saying, he's your new prospect and if he appeals to you, so be it." "You don't find him attractive?" I huffed and glanced over at the bar. Bobby was tall and lanky, like Jack, with black and blonde streaked hair. "He's fine." I dryly replied and went back to typing. I heard Jack harrumph and from the corner of my eye, saw him walk away. I rolled my eyes. The guy was oversensitive. I wasn't working long I heard his familiar voice. "There you are." I looked up, "Aiden!" He smiled and sat across from me. "Really, you write in this environment?" I shrugged. "It helps me relax. What are you doing here?" "I just got off work and thought I'd see if you were here, since you talk about it all of the time." He looked around.
