I could barely think of anything else that night at work... Andrey, our imaginary son called liam, our imaginary marriage, the sexy black suit he'd worn. But when I saw that same black suit enter the restaurant later that night, a flutter of panic gripped me. I watched from the sidelines as he slid into a sit. His table was in my section. He probably knew that already. I walked over to him as calmly and professionally as I could.
“Hi" I placed the menu down on his table.
“Hi Emmy" He looked up at me “I'm not here to eat anything just to have a celebratory drink with you. The client loved your idea"
“It wasn't really my idea" I said quickly
“It was your idea. So how about two vodka cranberry?" He said and winked at me.
“I'm working so I can't really drink on the job"
Audrey raised an
