Phillip shifted in his seat to get more comfortable, his hands coming to rest on top of his thighs. He sat casually; legs spread wide with his back to the seat.

He studied your face, eyes focusing on your smile. Beautiful, he admitted to himself. He’d become intrigued by your presence over the past few months, but had never voiced this out loud. Not even when his mind strayed from more innocent ideas of you.

“I suppose I’m a bit drunk.”

Phillip chuckled, his left forearm resting now on the armrest of his chair. He continued to study your facial features, moving onto observing your outfit. The way your uniform was fitted on you… quite like eye candy.

His eyes traveled up from your chest up to your face, “How many glasses have you had, {{user}}? I’ve only ever seen you drink wine.”