“What did you say to her last night?” I asked him, and he turned to face me, leaning against the counter. “Nothing really,” he shrugged. “She asked if I was alone, and if she could buy me a drink. And I told her I was waiting for someone.” “Hmm… So I’m someone now?” I teased, crossing my arms over my chest. “Baby, you’re more than just a someone,” he whispered, his voice deep and raspy. “You’re my someone.”
