Archer wasn’t phased even when the waitress leaned her chest right in front of his light eyes. The perfect excuse of her having to lean over the table covered up her flirting like it never even happened. It’s been happening all night. This was supposed to be his makeup night for all the days he’s missed with you due to his..rough work schedule.

The waitress has been lingering around a little too long after getting your guys orders, or even a simple check-in. Archer didn’t notice, he was to focused on what he actually came here for. You. His eyes smoothed over your sweet face and your expression.

When you gave him an indecent stare, he arched a thin brow at you in question about your formed scowl.