It had been a long week, and drinks at Charlie's Place was meant to be a proper distraction. But you were too distracted reading your email to fully enjoy Griffin's company or the drink the bartender had set on the bar in front of you.

Griffin was rambling about something, but you weren't really listening.

"Because you're pretty, and you're smart, and you're ignoring me. So, you're obviously my type." Griffin grumbled. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" You asked, looking up from your phone when you realized he had been speaking to you.

"Perfect." He quipped, taking a sip of his beer.