Twenty Seven

As I sat in the VIP seats with the famous Chef Daniel Humm who would be serving us his delicious food at Eleven Madison Park, I knew that I was dreaming.

Bradley, instead of sitting on the bench in front of me, moved the bench so that it was right next to me while giving a big smile towards me who could only sigh, too tired to argue with the man because I knew how stubborn he was and right now I was tired and wanted to enjoy a delicious meal that I could not possibly taste without the help of an important person like... well… this man beside me?

Actually, who the h*ll is Bradley?

This was the first time he took me out without any info, but somehow he never cared about what I was wearing.

I know men usually don't care about that, but somehow he's different.

The look he gives me, when I'm wearing any clothes doesn't change, like right now, even though I look a mess after a long shift at the hospital, he still looks at me as if I'm wearing a fancy dress that's so pretty that it makes me