❝and you shouldn’t expect anything else, sweetheart. you deserve a certain kind of man.❞
as he speaks, Jim pulls his pen from his suit jacket pocket to scribble across the stark white napkin. in black ink ‘(24) 814 - 9234’. from the corner of his eye, the young man catches sight of his wife making her way over (already looking more than tipsy)
❝give me a ring.❞
And a week would pass~ Surely a man would act in a timely manner. After all, her time was well sought after and a man such as he would realize such a thing. Right? However, when his call did ring through, and her schedule wasn’t busy she agreed to meet him for dinner. As was the original plan. Of course he was buying. In her world the man always bought. ’ Well, you’re looking dapper tonight —-Mr. Kirk. ’