When Samantha logged out from her office at eight in the evening, Nicholas Andrew Schmidt was waiting inside the lobby talking to the guards with a smile on his face. His brown hair was gelled in a neat and straight manner with a bouquet of flowers gripped by his fingers. He was wearing a plain and simple long-sleeved polo and a pair of formal black slacks that complemented his outfit. His brown shoes with pointy edges were shiny against the light orange lights of the lobby. His posture was slacking and his back was slouched which meant only one thing—he was nervous.
Nick was somehow nervous whenever they went to dinner. It was adorable for Samantha but at the same time she didn’t want him to feel inferior around her. She wanted a partner to share her thoughts with.
When he turned his he
