Fred Danvers, Christmas Sweaters and Possibilities

Zoey's POV

"Hey there Zoey." Mr. Danvers rises from the stool then walks over to me, leaving the cup he was drinking from on the poolside bar counter. The man pulls me into a brief hug before he leads us to the patio chairs, gesturing for me to sit.

This is new.

My eyes wander to his dark suit that peeks out from underneath an immaculately white winter coat that hangs loosely on his body and compliments his equally fair skin.

From the looks of it, he just got back. He wasn't here earlier that's for sure.

The pool and outside lights automatically blink on as the sky darkens with hues of black, blue and pale orange. My eyes flicker out to the spectacular view. The bright city lights below contrasted with the dark sky.

Mr. Danvers and I are on speaking terms, if you wanna say that. He apologized the very same day I came to stay here and, I guess, he has been kind since then.

"Hi Mr... Uh, Fred. Hey."

"Is everything okay?" He nods to the phone clutched in the palm of my hand