His patience was pretty good, though being Joshua Hughes' special assistant for so many years, he had probably developed it by now.
It was still early, and the bar was completely empty. His handsome face, under the dim bar lights, was strikingly charming, with a hint of coldness in his silence. You really could say that the dog reflects the master; she truly didn't mean it in a derogatory way, but the thought just popped into her head. He made her heart itch again, repeatedly warning herself to stay calm, and she greeted the bartender to serve up two drinks.
The specially mixed cocktail glistened with a gemstone-like hue in front of her, but this man ordered only a glass of water in such a bar. She wasn't mistaken; it was indeed a glass of pure water.
"You're drinking water? Why didn't you just bring a bottle yourself? It's so expensive here, thirty bucks a glass." This man had some issues, not just any issues.
