Bab 509: Mike or Michael?

Gray's phone went off again. Mandy had replied. 'Does that extend to taking a beautiful woman out for a drink? Tonight's my night off'

He actually smiled. Widely. Her courage knew no bounds. He would bite. If it was terribly boring, he would abandon ship like usual.

'Sure. There's a pub a block from your steakhouse. Meet me there in an hour?'

'It's a bit of a commute for me so make it two' she responded before sending a second text. 'See you then, handsome'

Ah, it was gratifying to be praised no matter who the praise came from. His other dates had been more interested in his money than his looks. Of the two, he tended to prefer the latter because it was fractionally less shallow.

Two hours later, Gray found himself sitting at the bar waiting for her to show up. She was ten minutes late. A bit of a commute indeed.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, I missed my connecting train," Mandy said breathlessly as she blew in the door.