Loretta hesitated for a moment before looking up at Elliot and shaking his hand politely. “H-hello.”
“Your hands are as lovely as you are,” Elliot complimented her smoothly, releasing her hand quickly so as not to seem forward.
Flustered by the praise, Loretta quickly withdrew her hand. “No, I’m… I’m not as lovely as you say.”
“I think you are. Anyone who says otherwise has no taste,” Elliot said, pulling out his phone. “Since we’ve met here, it must be fate. Would you mind if I got your number? We could be friends.”
Loretta glanced at Charlotte for guidance.
Charlotte patted her shoulder reassuringly. “It’s alright.”
After they exchanged numbers, Elliot was about to say more when Evander cut him off. “Are you here to do business or to hit on girls?”
“Don’t be so crude. Can’t I make a new friend? I’ve been working my tail off for you for days. You owe me a little freedom.”
Evander chuckled. “Don’t you have enough women on your WhatsApp already?”
“…”
Elliot scoffed, then pulled Evander aside. “Are you trying to sabotage me on purpose?” he hissed.
Evander put his hands in his pockets, looking perfectly serious. “She’s a Rayburn cousin. If you just play with her feelings and dump her, how am I supposed to explain that to the Rayburns?”
“When have I ever just played with someone's feelings? You think I’m you?”
“When did I ever—”
“You have an ex-wife. I don’t!”
Evander was speechless.

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