“My charming French acquaintance brings me nothing but the sharpest suits, dear Jake. And please, stop calling me sir. You’re my wingman, not my servant.” I quipped. “You look handsome yourself.” I said with a grin.
“I feel all wrapped up and uncomfortable.” replied Jake.
“Oh you’re just not used to wearing suits. You’ll get the hang of it. So much classier than jeans and a tee.” I glanced at my watch. 9.30 p.m. “We’d best be off now. Don’t wanna be late!”
“Wait,” said Jake, “Who is it this time?”
“Number 10. She’s a tough one to catch!”
