Leo didn’t scurry. He stood up, straightened his now-crumpled button-down, and took a card out of his wallet. It wasn’t a pickup line card. It was a business card. Leo Chen, Architectural Lighting Designer.
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Molly watched him get rejected three times. Once with a laugh, once with a drink thrown in his face (gin and tonic, a waste), and once with a simple, devastating turn of the shoulder. Leo didn’t scurry
“Conversation,” he said. “With women who aren’t reading quarterly reports to me.” It was a business card
He was a “button-down,” a rare species at Sweethearts. His shirt was crisp, his jaw was sharper, and he looked utterly terrified. He clutched a highball glass like a life raft and was trying, with limited success, to disappear into the sticky floor.
For the next hour, Leo didn’t leave her side. He didn’t try to buy her a drink (she refused), and he didn’t touch her. He just asked questions. About the DJ’s setlist. About the couple having a silent argument in the corner. About the bouncer, Big Frank, who Molly revealed had a secret passion for watercolor painting and had done the mural in the women’s bathroom.