Adam swivelled his chair and watched the sun dip down from the brilliant orange sky. The week had been pressure filled and the last touches had been completed on Monday morning's presentation.
Normally, he asked his wife to review his presentations, but she was out of town on business and wouldn't be home until next Wednesday. MMA was on Pay-Per-View and the card for tonight's action looked very decent. Instead of going home, Adam decided to go to Minchi's for dinner and to watch the fights.
The bar was busy, but there was a table for two and Adam ordered a Scotch on the rocks. He delayed ordering dinner and was sipping his second Scotch when the waiter asked if another single man could share my table.
Adam nodded, stood and shook the hand of the man before him.
"Hello, I'm Adam."
"Tim," the man said.
His grip was strong, matching his broad shoulders and muscular arms. His black hair was short and curly and his brown eyes were warm and exuded confidence.
"Have you ordered dinner?" Tim asked.
"Not yet. Just winding down," and he lifted his glass.
Both men ordered. Ribs and a potato for Tim and chicken fingers and fries for Adam. After eating, they exchanged business cards. Tim was a junior partner at the law office of Hadley and Donavon and Adam was an accountant at Simon and Williams Investments.
Sports highlights ended and the MMA fights began with two welter weight fighters. Adam bought a round of drinks and Tim followed. As the fights progressed Adam knew he had reached his limit and for the next hour, sipped ice water.
"My neck is taking a beating, mind if I shift closer to get a better angle on the TV?" Tim asked.
"Sure," and Tim slid around the table, closer to Adam. They were almost side by side and several times during the evening, Tim shifted his knee, touching Adam's leg.
Adam had moved his leg away and thought nothing of the touch and then decided to maintain the touch, to see if this touching was being done on purpose. Their knees touched and they maintained this, Adam feeling slightly awkward, but his mind was more on the fighting than a little touch.
During the final match, the noise level in the bar was at rock concert level and the air sparked with energy. A flurry of punches were exchanged and Tim leaned and whispered.
"These guys can take a punch."
Adam nodded and leaned to Tim. "I thought Estivez was going down on that last one."
The next three rounds went at a frenzied pace and both men had to lean to each other to be heard. Tim moved his arm onto Adam's leg and it remained there until the last horn.
Both men remained standing and the outcome was up to the judges. The crowd favoured Estivez and a deafening cheer erupted as the cards were read and Estivez's arm was raised in the air.
Tim raised his hand and they slapped palms, ending up clasping their fingers together and raising their arms in the air.
They celebrated with one more drink.
"I had a great time," Adam said.
"Me to. I thought it was going to be a one man night and you made it a night to remember."
Adam stood. "I've got a thirty minute drive ahead of me, so it time for me to go."
"Whoa, cowboy. You got a little waver going on and if you passed a breathalizer, it wouldn't be by much."
"I'm fine. Really."
"Look," Tim said. "My condo is two streets away. There are two bedrooms and in the morning I'll take you to the best breakfast place in town."
After a bit more coaxing, both men left the bar and walked in the cool night air.
"This is a little weird," Adam said. "Maybe I'll just call a taxi."
Tim laughed. "Nonsense. Here we are."
