Mitchum Huntzberger was unlike anyone she had ever met; it was clear, the moment he stepped foot in the bar. She couldnāt quite place what it was about him. He was handsome, by any womanās standards, and was easily the smartest person in the room. Certainly smarter than the men she had previously dated. He had a confidence she hadnāt seen before - clear in the way he maintained his posture, ordered his drinks, smiled at her from across the bar. She couldnāt quite place what it was about him, but she thought it might be the simple fact that he knew all of the above to be true. He seemed to knowĀ that he was handsome and smart and simply better than those around him, and she found herself wanting to know if she was right.Ā
Drinks with friends were a frequent event on her schedule, but Saint Patrickās Day was a special occasion and special occasions called for a third round of drinks. She had waited patiently for their drinks to be made, and when they finally were, she took two in hand and spun on her heels - directly into the chest of a man standing behind her,Ā āOh, Iām so sorry!ā
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The first time he smiled at her across the bar Mitchum didnāt think she was more than just some hot girl he may or may not take home that night. The second time they exchanged smiles he was pretty sure heād succeed. She seemed fun, from how she laughed with her friends and the glint to her smile, but not for a second did it occur to him that there might be more to her than that.Ā
He was at the bar to order another round for his friends, but heād be lying if he said he was unaware of her presence there. He was going to say hi when she turned around, but then she spun faster than heād anticipated, and he didnāt have a chance to take a step back before the content of her glasses soaked his shirt.Ā
āOh hey, donāt worry about it,ā he assured her,Ā āIām Mitchum.āĀ
