Ash returned to the bar every Thursday, Friday and Saturday night for the next month, as long as he didn't have something else to go to. He asked me along as his date to a function, something about launching a new phone, but I had to work. My regret was a palpable thing. I'd wanted to go out with him, but work had to come first. I got paid by the hour and needed the tips so I couldn't afford not to turn up unless I was dying. Besides, a corporate function like that seemed too much for a first date. I would be way out of my depth in my one and only little black dress and high heels. I liked Ash and wanted to be with him, but somewhere more intimate, where it was just the two of us. Like his bed.
He didn't ask me out again. I guess I blew my chance. Nothing seemed to have changed, however.
