affair II ; jack gilinsky

forty

savannah's pov

the next day at work, theo, kendall and i stood at the front desk of our floor, collecting our mail from the receptionist or any messages.

"we meet again" i heard footsteps and a familiar voice approach me.

i looked up to see that same executive man, standing beside me with a smirk, a fresh suit and his beard neatly shaped {picture above}.

"we didn't even meet the first time, except for you whispering a compliment in my ear" i corrected, chuckling to lighten my words.

he laughed and held out his hand, that i took, "i'm tristan...aren't you going to tell me your name?".

"how do i know that you're not a stalker?" i inquired.

he raised his brow at me, before realising that i was being completely serious and relaxed his face.

"i promise, i'm not".

"but—".

"her name is savannah, savannah brooks" theo blurted out whilst him and kendall kept close by, watching the entire conversation.

"theo!" i exclaimed, causing tristan to let out a laugh before he rested his weight against the front desk.

"well, savannah, savannah brooks. i really enjoyed your presentation the other day".

i scanned through the mail in my hand, taking less notice of this newly stranger, and checking to see if any were extremely important.

"enough to take our idea on board?" i asked.

"of course, but that's not just up to me" he told, gently resting my mail down with his hand. "but, to show you how much i really enjoyed it, how about i take you out to lunch sometime?".

i hummed, "...i'll think about it".

"great, so—...wait, excuse me?" he smoothed down his tie and lightly chuckled.

"i said, that i'll think about it" i repeated. "what? have you never been rejected before?".

he ran his tongue over his lips, supressing his smile, "well, you're not rejecting me. you said that you'd think about it, so there's still a possibility that you will go out with me".

i folded my arms at the technicality, staring directly at him before he nervously cleared his throat and reached into his back pocket to hand me a small card.

"here".

i took it from his hands and read the black bold, letters that were written at the top: tristan tate. then there was a phone number written beneath it.

"so, you just carry these around?" i questioned, waving it in my fingers.

"call me when you're done thinking" tristan ignored my query, and circled around me to go on to his meeting.

i took another glance at his number, then placed it in between the pile of mail that i still had in my hands.

"um, hello?" kendall waved her hand in my face. "what is your problem?".