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?".

i knitted my eyebrows, making my way towards my office, "what do you mean?".

kendall and theo followed behind me.

"he's so fucking hot and he likes you" she added.

"no, at the moment, he just wants me" i settled the letters on my desk, then turned to her. "he can't like me yet because he doesn't even know me".

"either way, you better text him at the end of the day" she pointed her finger at me, as if this situation was life or death.

i lightly scoffed at her demand, "says who?".

"says me, and theo" she said, then nudged him beside her. "right, theo?".

"y-yeah. i heard that he's super rich, so he'll treat you well" he mentioned.

"yeah, in a materialistic way" i responded.

kendall took a few steps forward, "what's wrong, savannah?".

"i don't even know the guy" i almost exclaimed.

"that's the point, you can get to know him" she insisted. "...is this because of j—".

"no, it's not because of him" i quickly cut her off. "it's not all about him anymore".

theo shrugged with his hands in his pockets, "so, what's up?".

i sighed, pushing my hair out of my face, knowing that i might as well tell them what i'm thinking.

"i know that i never dated max, but he was my friend and i trusted him, a lot but that just completely crashed and burned".

"savannah, don't let max affect you even when he's locked up in that prison. you can't spend your life not trusting people, because of him" kendall advised.

"exactly. max manipulated you, he did it to all of us but that's in the past now" theo continued.

i looked at them both, pursing my lips together and thinking about what they said.

"any ways, like i said to tristan, i'll think about it" i said. "i mean, what's the rush?".

+

a week later, i stepped out of my office to go and collect a few paperwork from a colleague.

the elevator dinged as i made my way and tristan walked out, smoothing down his suit jacket with one hand and holding a briefcase in the other.

i wasn't prepared to talk to him since i never ended up texting or calling him to confirm that lunch date. so, i promptly turned on my heels and walked back to my office, before i heard my name being called out.

"savannah" tristan caught me just outside my office door. he followed me inside. "i'm really hurt, savannah brooks. it's been a week and no call or text".

"yeah, i lost your number" i lied, organising my desk a little with my back to him.

"even though i don't believe you, i'll accept the excuse because i'm still determined to take you out".

"why?" i faced him, narrowing my eyes and genuinely wanting to know the real answer.

"why am i determined?" he questioned.

i nodded to respond, so he attractively licked his lips before speaking.

"like i said you're beautiful, you seem very passionate about your job and i like that in a woman, you dress incredibly and don't even get me started on your smile".

funny enough, my lips happened to helplessly break into a smile after his words.

"there it is" tristan smiled back, forming crinkles on the corner of his eyes.

"okay, okay" i gave in and leant back against my desk with my hands resting beside me for support.

"now, about that date" he began, then handed me the same card with his number written on it, and then a different one. "i'll give you my number again and i'll even throw in my work number too".

i read over the second card that tristan handed to me and immediately recognised his workplace. i thought for a while to check if i was seeing correctly, but it was true and it suddenly made things so much more difficult.

"this is where you work?" i looked up and asked, hoping he'd correct me.

"yeah, av advertising — deputy boss. why?".

i shook my head, "no reason. i just know a few people who work for you".

"really?" his eyebrows raised. "like who?".

"yeah, i don't think that we're at that level yet".

tristan responded with a smirk, "okay, fine. so, i should be expecting a call or a text from you".

"you should be expecting?" i repeated and folded my arms with my eyes slighting squinting. "what makes you so certain?".

"because of this, the way you interrogate me, you're flirting" he informed and i stood up, rolling my eyes in playful manner.

"i'll see you later, tristan" i pushed for him to leave and he started walking towards the door.

"later? as in tomorrow at 12:15 for that lunch?" he pointed back me, putting me directly on the spot to answer.

"i'm still thinking about it" i answered, following behind him to go and get that paperwork that i needed.

"well, just know that you look gorgeous whilst thinking" tristan turned to me, biting down on his bottom lip.

i chuckled instead of replying at the way he takes every chance he can to compliment me.

he winked at my reaction, before leaving me to contemplate this lunch date whilst fiddling with his number in my hands.

+

later that day...

me: what time was that date again?

tristan: sorry, who is this?

me: seriously?

me: it's savannah

tristan: oh yeah, the woman with the great smile. how are you?

savannah: great, so what time tomorrow?

tristan: is this you being curious or is this you agreeing to go on that lunch?

savannah: time, tristan

tristan: is 12:15 okay?

savannah: perfect, i'll see you then.

tristan: great, can't wait.

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short chapter again, so i'll try and make the next longer

tristan's hot, but it's still all about javannah so don't hate

can't believe i'm already at 40 chapters with this story wow i love you all for motivating me to get this far

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