As agreed a week ago, it was time for them to put her suit theory to test and drink to her success. Granted, they were undoubtedly attracted to one another this was a thankful gesture on Jude’s part. He’s a man acquainting himself with luxury but he’ll grow into this lifestyle with time. The meet up was a bar apart of some contemporary hotel with interesting architecture. Well, it actually had a few bars, the one he wanted to impress her with was the rooftop bar, it had a large balcony and it was spacious but had intimate decor to aid the illusion. Not as many people came up to this one, because they believed they had to be guests of the hotel to make it up that high. He didn’t care to inform them on this fine encroaching evening, with the warm reflective fire glass pit burning in the far corner of the bar and the view of the city lights setting the mood on top of the jazz singer setting the tone. Jude looked good, hats off to Dakota, but the longer he waited at the bar the more he began to overthink him coming alone. Maybe he should’ve picked her up, if she drove then she’ll have to watch how much she drinks, he could always drive her home in her car. It’s a courteous intention but upon further analyzation, it seems a bit overbearing. He already sensed the subtle eyes of others on him but none of them were who he was waiting for. Venturing back inside from the balcony he smells her before she arrives and then all at once her presence knocks the wind out of him. Swallowing thickly, he stands there unable to anything but her looking devastatingly gorgeous in that dress. He opts to say nothing as he saunters cooly to meet her and then he’s taking her hand in his and guiding her to a candle-lit table by the singer and signaling for a waitress. “If someone were to be an idiot to say no to me what would that make me not have anticipated all of this?” ( @trivialves )