He had never been cut off so coldly by the opposite sex before. For once in his young life, a woman had resisted his charms and good looks. It annoyed the hell out of him.
It was only then that he noticed a stack of business cards scattered on the ground near the smashed Styrofoam cup. Trent picked one up. The card read;
Arielle Winter, JD.
Senior Paralegal
Hoffman, James, & Associates
Bingo.
Well, the encounter wasn’t a total loss. At least he knew her full name and address. He just had to be patient. Perhaps the next time, she wouldn’t be so cold. He grabbed the rest of the cards and pocketed them.
As he walked down the sidewalk toward where he parked his car, his heart was considerably lighter.
She will be mine.