It's a slow night at the bar; Grayson has been distractedly polishing the same portion of the counter for over twenty minutes.
Grayson is worried for Jude. Ever since their date, it looks like he hasn't been sleeping at all. Every time Grayson asks him about it, Jude brushes it off. He says he's fine and that Grayson has nothing to worry about, but Grayson knows better than that.
Grayson sets down his rag with a sigh. If there wwas anyone who knew what was going on with Jude, it would be Amelia. He sets off for her office with trepidation.
"Hey, Amelia? Can we talk?" Grayson asks, making his presence known.
"Sure, come in. Close the door." She sits at her desk, surrounded as always by enormous piles of paperwork.
"You know, a lot of people keep their files digital. Saves paper."
"Hah
