Before the conversation could go any further, the guy standing next to Mateo with his back to our little crew turned from the bar with two beers, nudging Nat’s boyfriend with his elbow. “Here, Cap.” No. “Oh, fuck off,” I blurted. My filter had apparently dissipated along with all the liquor in my cup. As if Nat introducing me to her secret boyfriend wasn’t enough adjustment for one night, the secret boyfriend’s roommate happened to be the exact reason I was six Oriental Trading coconuts of vodka deep in my pity-feels. Frankie looked up at Nat and me at the sound of my voice and his mouth
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