Natalie is at the bar serving a costumer a shot of whisky, when Detective James walks in. She had been dreading this all night. A part of her had hoped he wouldn’t turn up, that maybe he had an important case to handle and he wouldn’t come in for his usual ‘happy hour’.
Now that he’s here, Natalie hopes he’s not alone, most times he comes to the bar with his colleagues, maybe to celebrate a solved case or just to chill. It would be a lot harder to approach him if he came with his colleagues. Usually when he came alone, he usual sat on the stool counter, and have chitchats with her.Natalie hoped that won’t be the case today.
But luck wasn’t on her side. He came alone, and as usual took a sit of the stool across her.
“Hello Natalie,how’re you?” He beamed a smile at her.
“Hi James. How w
