Six Months Ago
NATALIE
I let him buy me a drink.
Sure, I might have said that I was only going out to Mulligan’s for one drink. And yeah, I might have already finished that drink.
But that decision was made before I found myself next to him.
And I’d already rejected his offer of buying me a drink once. I couldn’t say no a second time, could I?
As a surgeon, I was never the biggest fan of Grey’s Anatomy.
You know, something about all the medical inaccuracies and how everyone always died felt a little repetitive.
But sometimes, I didn’t mind tuning it out and just…
appreciating. It was okay to just live in a fantasy land filled with hot doctors every once in a while.
I felt like I’d slipped into an episode tonight, being that this whole thing was a bit unrealistic and had the potential to end in an emotional wreck.
But more importantly, this little pub might as well be a fantasy land.
Because while the man beside me said he worked in law, he sure looked like Dr. Jackson Avery.
Minus the eyes. Cam had warm, brown eyes that I seemed to be sinking further into with every sip of my beer.
I should really, really stop looking at them.
“Have you been here before?” he asked. “They have a hell of a whiskey list, if you like that kind of thing.”
I shrugged.
If I kept evading his questions, did that make me seem cool and mysterious and less like I was just a little out of my depth when it came to flirting with handsome men?
“If I said I came here all the time, would you believe me?”
He raised a curved brow. “Why wouldn’t I?”
Because I haven’t sat at a bar like this in years, I thought to myself.
Cam chuckled to himself when I just shrugged again. “I wouldn’t. But I’d believe you enough to be coming back here every night after this, anyway.”
A breathless laugh left my lips. “Yeah?”
He was being over-the-top. A flirt.
But then his expression became stoic, his eyes flicking over me once and then dropping to his glass.
“Yeah,” he repeated into his beer as he took a sip.
And something about it all made me say, “You know, I wouldn’t mind seeing that whiskey list.”
Cam’s eyes shot to mine.
A grin appeared again.
“Coming right up, Sunny.”