Grace could not decide if she should look over at him. He was right next to her, of course she had to look at him. They could not just sit in awkward silence next to each other. Maybe they could.
But why was she so worried about filling up the silence? If he wanted to, he could.
He was flirting with her. So he had to be the one to talk.
But she was interested in him as well. For her, if she were to be honest with herself, he was someone she should see herself with in the future. Miguel Vega and his brothers had built the business they had inherited from their father and almost almost multiplied it by 5 times toward what it had been when they had inherited it. It meant that he was a responsible, accountable, mature and ambitious human being.
The rest for what came in a relationship, she could figure it out while they would date. If it came to that.
Yes, she could do that.
Yes, she could talk too.
"So," she turned to face him, "the weather out—" the word ended up with an 'oomph' when a giant amount of weight crashed into her, knocking her towards the bar.
"Gracie!" Mia screamed into her ear. "I found you!" She looped her arms around Grace's neck.
"H-Hi," Grace stabilized her and took a moment to sit straight while holding onto Mia who was clearly drunk and unable to stand by herself.
Mia, who was also in the position to only go home and rest, and not continue partying until the early hours of the morning.
She then remembered Miguel who was also sitting next to her, and who must also be witnessing the scene.
"Uh," she attempted to smile, "I came with my friend and I think I should take her home now."
He stood up. "Allow me,"
"Oh, no, she is quite light. I can handle her."
"Allow me to at least work with you at the entrance. I'll have them call a taxi for you."
Yep, exactly what she was looking for in a man. "Mia has a driver. I'm going to call him. Thank you so much for offering. Uh, good night."
Miguel nodded but when she moved to go out of the club, he followed her. Mia was a little bit aware, so it was easy to walk her to the car.
Grace had taken her phone from Mia's purse, and texted her driver to come to the front. As much as she wanted someone to take the burden of her friend's weight, she was not sober at all, so even if Miguel was going to touch with the intention of helping, a sober Mia would not be very pleased with the idea.
She needed new friends because half of the time she was the designated driver because she always kept her alcohol consumption low.
The driver, a man in his 50s helped Mia into the car which left grey without anyone in her hands, so she finally turned to Miguel.
"I guess I'll see you Monday."
"You will." He said. "Good night, Grace. Give me a text as soon as you reach home."
"I will," she took a step back in shyness, "bye."
The moment he repeated it back, she turned around and sat in the car. The driver took it as a signal and drove forward, leaving Miguel standing at the entrance of the club.