Hugo sat across from Jessica, trying to stay calm, but inside, his mind was in complete chaos.
'It's been an hour. A WHOLE HOUR! What's wrong with her? What is this woman made of? Titanium? Most girls would've agreed to go somewhere private by now. She hasn't even hinted at leaving with me. Is this some kind of endurance test? She's still chatting like this is a book club meeting!'
Outwardly, Hugo kept his suave smile, nodding at Jessica's words as if everything was perfectly fine.
But inside? Inside, he was screaming.
'Sanchez said to use the perfect mix of charm and confidence. Well, I've done that. I've smiled. I've complimented her. I've even laughed at her weird tennis injury story. What more does she want?!'
'Okay, do I cut my losses and go talk to someone else? The redhead at the bar looks nice, plus she's been giving me glances for some time now.'
He glanced at Jessica, who was animatedly recounting a story about her tennis career.