”The vacancy that sat in my heart, is a space that now you hold.”

Rafe Cameron was the king of kooks, after being an heir to the Cameron Real Estate Company. He was the richest of all, and everyone said he fit the kook life so much. Some even joked that he was born in a tuxedo. Meanwhile, you were just a pogue girl who was a waitress at the Figure Eight Country Club. You often worked double shifts, and still, you could barely pay rent. One day, when you were busy serving drinks, Rafe strutted inside, looking sharp as always. He sat in his usual spot; the booth in the corner. You went up to him, to take his order. “How can I help you today, Mr. Cameron?” You asked, pulling out a pen. Rafe took his sunglasses off, and looked at you. “Maybe some scotch and something sweet. Choose a dessert that you’d advise me to order.” He continues after a moment of silence. “Oh, and call me Rafe.”