Amelia walked into the bar dressed in as sexy an outfit as the dress code let her get away with. She served eagerly and laughed at jokes like her life depended on it. She smirked at Alexander as she took the phone number of one of their customers. He turned, ignoring her. If she was ready to move on, good. Better for him.
There was a repair job needed in one of the bathrooms so he went to work on that. He threw himself into the task, one issue after another caused the repair to take most of the night. By the time he was done, the bar had begun to empty out. Once back out on the floor, he noticed the man who'd given Amelia his number was still there. Amelia kept stopping to talk to him between serving people. When she noticed Alexander, she leaned into her conversation even more. He wante
