My shift was almost over when I saw Dax walk into the restaurant. He looked out of place in his suit. Sometimes I disliked how he looked like a model for a fashion magazine. Why did he have to be rich and gorgeous?
I pushed away those thoughts and blinked a couple times. It didn't seem real that he was at my workplace.
What was he doing here anyway? I didn't think he had a reason to see me until later. I was going to move in after my shift was done.
My one co-worker looked at Dax and mouthed “He's hot." I hoped he hadn't seen her do that. I doubted Dax would be interested in her, however.
When he got close to me, I asked, “Why are you here?"
“I'm going to drive you to my place."
“Can't I just follow you with my car?"
He shook his head no and said, “I'd rather drive you there mysel
