Hunter calmly sat on the outdoor porch of the restaurant, nursing a cold beer. He typically didn't drink this early in the day, but he seemed to be in a world of trouble and alcohol tended to dull his senses and make everything appear alright, even if it was just a false assurance. He tilted his head back to drain the last few drops before placing the bottle back on the table. He signaled to his waitress to bring him another and she nodded acknowledgment with a bright smile meant only for him. He smiled back and then shook his head slowly when her back was turned. She had been flirting shamelessly with him since he had arrived, and he had actually been basking in that glow. He couldn't foresee any long-term relationship with her, but a couple of nights of fun could be just what the doctor ordered...for him, at least.
He made no secret of watching the way her skirt swayed with the movement of her hips on her way back to him. She made no secret of openly admiring his eyes trained on her, no matter what part of her he was staring at. She placed the beer in front of him and lingered just a bit, before sashaying back into the restaurant. Yeah, he would definitely be hooking up with her for a few nights before moving on to the next one.
He had just taken his first swig of the new bottle when the true object of his desire appeared. The beautiful brunette had just exited the bridal boutique across the street carrying a large clothing bag towards her car. He had no doubt that she was carrying her wedding dress, ready to take it home and make sure it stayed in pristine condition until the wedding. In case the waitress was eyeballing him at that moment, he made sure to move his head back and forth to appear like he was just watching the random pedestrians walking up and down the street, but he made sure to keep his eyes fixed on the brunette.
Trish Wellington. Of the Seattle Wellingtons, one of the wealthiest families in the city. He smiled as he took another drink. Oh, dearest Trish. If you only knew what your father was offering me just to steal you away from that nobody yacht-cleaner, Henry. His smile turned to an expression of annoyance. What did Henry have that he didn't? Besides the open admiration of the most eligible bachelorette in Seattle? Hunter frowned as he chugged the rest of the bottle down (Did I really just finish a beer in less than two minutes?). It was going to take a lot of hard work, but he was very confident that he could bend Trish to his will. All he needed to do was find her weak spot.
The Beamer pulled out of the parking spot and took off up the street. Hunter sat back, strategically plotting how he was going to draw the bride away from her groom and how he was going to spend the money Thomas was going to be paying him. Lost in thought, the appearance of the check at his elbow surprised him. He looked up to try to catch the eye of his flirty waitress, but she had already disappeared back inside. Looking around, he noticed that the restaurant was now quite full. How long have I been sitting here? He went to pick up the check and smiled broadly when he saw the bill. "I'll take care of your bill, if you meet up with me after my shift. 10PM." He pondered his response for a minute before picking up the pen. He only had two weeks before he had to leave for the island. More than enough time to enjoy himself in the meantime.
"I'll take care of your tip at 10PM."