The courthouse bar wasn’t the sort of place Mia expected to find herself in on a Friday night. But given how hectic her first week at Grossberg Law Offices had been, and its relative proximity to the precinct her girlfriend Lana worked at, Mia wanted nothing more than a bourbon and some company.
“...I couldn’t help but notice you’re all alone, Kitten,” a husky Hispanic voice greeted.
Mia looked up from her reading material, faced with a man with unruly black hair clad in red. He held two steaming mugs in his hands.
“I wasn’t sure what you were drinking, so I made you my ‘Special Blend’. I find coffee is always accepted, don’t you think?”
Mia smiled awkwardly, unsure of what to make of this unwanted advance.
“I’m Diego Armando. We work together at Grossberg’s,” Armando offered.
“Oh, nice. Yeah, um, I’ve seen you around.”
“You’re gonna be staring down a case soon, right?” Armando said with a smarmy grin. “Can’t help but feel you’ll need help in the big, scary lion’s den that is the courtroom.”
“Right...I’ll let you know if I do.”
Armando tilted his head and smirked. “You know, we should—”
He swallowed the rest of his sentence down as a brunette woman shuffled past him, to sit beside Mia.
“Sorry, I’m late. Gant wanted me to finish some reports,” Lana said, before moving to capture Mia’s lips in a tender kiss. A smile traced up her face as she let go. “It’s good to see you.”
“Good to see you too,” Mia returned breathlessly, and they shared another kiss.
Armando huffed, trying to look at anything but them, but Lana wasn’t going to take the bait so easily. Instead, she broke the kiss apart and took the mugs from his hands.
“Thanks, we could use the coffee,” Lana said, nodding at him.
“I’m, uh, not the waiter,” he protested, dumbstruck.
Lana raised her eyebrows, unamused. “Then why are you standing there?”
Armando opened his mouth as if to say something and then closed it again, before turning on his heel and disappearing out the bar.
“Well, that was nice of him,” Lana said teasingly, turning back to Mia.
“Yeah…” she leaned in closer, and whispered, “He knows who I am. I guess he knows who you are too.”
Lana tilted her head. “I don’t care.”
They exchanged tender glances, before leaning against each other and sipping their coffee comfortably.