Sandra Pullman sat at a hotel bar in Soho, her and Chris were meant to be here together however she had decided to end things with the enigmatic artist; he was lovely but she had realised she had feelings for someone else and didn't want to hurt Chris add that to the issues piling up in her personal life. He had understood, they had had a great couple of weeks but weren't anywhere near the serious relationship stage. Although they did agree that if their paths crossed while they were both unattached, they could see where things could have gone. Or have some casual sex, because their bodies were very compatible. They did agree to share one last dinner together, which was a lovely way to say goodbye.

Chris had left not five minutes ago, she planned to finish her wine at the bar, then get a cab home; she had got one to the bar. The bar was full and she didn't notice someone sitting next to her until she recognised the voice asking for a large straight glass of whiskey. It was her boss, Robert Strickland, she resigned to ignore him by focusing on her currently empty glass.

"Sandra?" Clearly he didn't have the same idea.

"Can I have another glass?" She asked the barmaid before turning to her boss.

"You here to drown your sorrows too?"

"Yeah, Christie gave me the boot."

"I know." He gave her that 'how do you know that' look

"I was at the hospital today, I saw the look she gave you. And she told me." She said trying not to sound pitying, his face fell.

"She told you."

"I spoke to her the other day, after she saw Una at the circus with you."

"Great." He muttered obviously embarrassed.

"Sorry."

"It's alright, anyway why are you still here?"

"I was here first."

"I thought you'd leave, I'd have thought I'm not someone you'd want to be in the same room with right now, let alone be someone you're drinking with."

"First, I'm drinking next to you not with you. Second, after the last few days you're not that high on the people I'm pissed off with. Thirdly, I'd be very glad to do more than just drink with you. And, this is going to be my last glass." She muttered the last part.

"Really?"

"Yeah, and I'm going home." Sandra replied as she downed her wine and paid her tab before putting her coat on.

"Sure you don't want me to come along?" He purred after downing his drink.

"Fuck it, yeah sure."

A/N what do you think should happen next? What do you want to happen next? I'm open to any suggestions.