“Just how much is this gig paying?”
I laughed. “I didn’t mean right now. I’m just saying… for the future. I’m going to buy a house.”
“Good for you, Sage.”
“I’m going to celebrate. Tonight. Then work tomorrow.”
“I would offer to help but I can’t even check an email,” my grandfather said.
I sighed. “You should really figure it out. And use the laptop too.”
“Yeah, I’ll get there,” he said. “Hey, kiddo. I’m proud of you. Damn proud of you.”
I smiled. “Thanks.”
I felt like I stood on top of the world.
And, yeah, I wanted to celebrate a little.
All I had to do was reply with a professional email and then I could have one night to enjoy myself.
Tomorrow morning I would be hard at work.
The first of many big projects. All on my own.
No real boss needed.
I told my grandfather a long time ago I would never have a boss.
I was always going to be my own boss.
And now I was. Sort of.
I had a deadline to hit and all that…
Whatever.
I wrote my reply and checked it ten times, rewrote it three times, and then went back to the first version and I sent it.
From there, I shut my laptop and officially gave myself the night off.
It was just one night… no big deal at all…
The bartender put a drink in front of me.
He leaned toward me. “End of the bar. On the corner. And the next one too.”
I turned my head and saw the jawline of a lifetime.
A little stubble on that jawline. Dark eyes. High cheekbones.
The guy looked like he climbed out of a cologne ad in a magazine.
For a second I wasn’t sure if he meant to send me a drink or someone else.
I lifted the small glass and smiled.
He gave me a nod. Then a wink.