Henry's POV
I tried not to make it obvious that I was staring at her, she was focused on her laptop as she worked, and she was very unlike the other girls whom I had met before I visited this new spot.
I looked at the pamphlet atop the barkeep, the place was called the perch, quite apt for how I was currently seated, I was embroiled in an argument within myself as to the decision of launching an approach or restraining myself from doing so, from all indications, she wasn't here to be picked up, the only time she had looked up from her laptop being to give the waiter her order, she had been engrossed in whatever she was working on since.
I struggled to see how this would work given that there was no indication from her that she needed anybody to keep her company while she worked, she had
