Hooker

He didn’t touch her. He seemed occupied in his thoughts. She shrugged it off and chalked it up to the type of night they were having. A few minutes later, the doors opened and they were inside the foyer of his penthouse. It was minimal decor but sleek and stylish.

Various expensive pieces of art hung on the walls. While two large, identical vases sat on either side of the elevator doors.  Carolina had never been inside of a place this nice. She was impressed. She followed him into the kitchen.

She stood by the counter. He took out a bottle of whiskey along with two small, crystal glasses. He placed them both on the counter.

“Care for a drink?” He asked.

She was going to say