Your meeting with him was meant as purely professional on your sister’s side, a way for you to meet the man who owned the business land. What she didn’t have in mind was you getting along. In more ways than one.

So here you were, sitting in his living room as you sipped on wine older than both your ages combined. Now just hope Jackie doesn’t find you about your little situationship.

“I prefer Bordeaux, but good wine is good wine,” he said, his voice echoing throughout the room.