Well I think cute is the least offensive word anyone’s ever used to describe my car. I said quietly, I don’t know why I said it I wasn’t even thinking it.

Millie smiled at me, I was beginning to feel nervous and she noticed straight away. She straightened up and I took the keys out of the ignition, trying to tell myself to chill-the-*****-out! We got out of the car, the silence spoke volumes and I knew after a few minutes of this I would start rambling on about *****.

Millie took my hand as we walked towards the hotel entrance, that made me feel more comfortable.

You know I think this is the first time I’ve seen you sober after nine at night. Millie joked, making me blush.

I couldn’t believe the biggest impression Id made on her was how much I drank, that was not a good thing.

I’ve drank a lot recently, Im not usually this bad I promise.

We entered the hotel and I was a bit taken a back by how posh it was. I mean I know most hotels in London had a certain edge of authority over other hotels, but I still couldn’t get over how Millie could stay in a place like this and still have any money left afterwards.

You make a lot of promises don’t you? she asked, giving me that sultry look as she led the way to the reception desk.

The penguin man behind the desk looked up slowly, regarding us with cold eyes. As soon as the recognition of Millies face dawned on him he lit up into a smile. Not a genuine friendly smile, but a if I smile at this customer Im going to get a tip smile. I had always noticed that people who wait on other people for a living have a certain air of shallowness about them. As if seeing people better off than them every day made them even more adamant to be rich themselves, so they could in turn treat someone else with the same amount of disrespect. Or maybe that was just me seeing too far into things, again.