Kat’s<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.lovethispic.com%2Fuploaded_images%2F257068-Tulips-Pink-Heels.jpg&amp;hash=875d711712d6d22106f8d419419f7076" href="http://www.lovethispic.com/uploaded_images/257068-Tulips-Pink-Heels.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">pink stilettos</a>clacked loudly against the lobby floor as she made her way to the bar to wait for Diego. After his last texts, it was beyond evident to her that he had not yet arrived. She leaned against the bar and glanced at the television in the corner, which was playing some football highlight. There were a few men sprinkled throughout the bar, drinking from tumblers and engaged in rowdy conversation.<br/><br/>The bartender approached her with a wide smile on his face as he seemed to eye her up and down. “Can I get you anything?” He perked a brow at her in a smug way. Kat gave him a look - he was new, obviously. His hair was Hanson from the 90’s long, which meant he was constantly combing it out of his face and shaking his head to make it fall a little more evenly to frame his face. She wondered how many drinks were spiked with a little strand of golden hair.<br/><br/>“No, I’m just waiting for my ride.” Kat revealed, looking wistfully out the window. The bartender took the opportunity to again drink in her curves. As the minutes ticked on, her sighs grew louder and louder, her heel started tapping and her impatience was growing. She never was good at waiting, though. Around ten minutes later, Diego’s car pulled up to the curb and the bellhop quickly ran Kat’s overnight bag out to Diego, then stalked back inside.<br/><br/>Kat was quick to saunter out of the bar and the lobby and then finally, outside. She walked the path to the car, an annoyed look on her face, which probably only helped to propel her ‘off limits’ sort of look that she tended to take with her to all of the galas. To his credit, Diego greeted her with a compliment. She had to smile at his flattery. “Thank you,” she chirped back, sounding not so surprised by his words.<br/><br/>Diego tossed her bag in the back and pulled the passenger door open for her. She climbed in and Diego ran to the front to get himself into the driver’s seat. He mentioned that he knew she would look amazing and Kat’s grin widened. “You clean up nicely, yourself,” she added, pulling her seatbelt down and over herself, before folding one long, shiny leg over the other. She set her bag on her lap and gave Diego a once over.<br/><br/>“You almost look good enough to keep me waiting.” She chortled.