ruins-of-gold:

ANDY BENSON

The bar was not so populated. It was nice. There was soft jazz music playing in the background and some couples were swaying to it on the dance floor. Linda gestured for the barman for another drink. She took another glance around the room again and her eyes landed on no one other than Andy Benson. Andy Benson was a friend of hers, the only man at work who didn’t seem repulsed at the sight of her in the office. He looked quite nice, she would be lying if she didn’t think that. Tall, dark with the most beautiful brown eyes.

Their eyes met for a split second and she smiled warmly. He politely excused himself from the conversation he was having, shoved his hands into his pockets, and walked in long strides towards Linda.

‘Looking good, Andy,’ she flirted.

‘I try,’ he chuckled, gesturing for a drink, and staring at Linda.