“… You mentioned that you work a lot- what do you do, if you don’t mind my asking?” Attempting to clear that air, Dennis cast me a side glance draped in interest, and I picked at my shirt as nerves gnawed at my gut.
“I’m trying to make my own clothes business online. I actually… made this shirt. I work at a bar just around the block from here, but I really, really love making clothes.” Twisting to scan me intently, Dennis’ gaze lingered on my chest, and fire licked my cheeks as my heart stuttered under the intensity of his stare. “It’s- I’ve loved to make clothes since I was little. I design, too, but mostly it’s the actual making that makes me happy. What about you, Dennis? What do you do for a living that you can be out so late on a weekday?”
“I’m a bookkeeper for a large investment fi
