But I get Bex’s drift; she’s about to tell Laura that we’re not dating for real. “Can I get you ladies something to drink?” I ask. “If you want to drink, princess, I can always drive you home later.” Laura’s jaw drops. “You’re my new favorite person,” she says, looking at the guy standing at her shoulder. “Barry? Take notes, do whatever James does.” Bex shakes her head fondly. “I guess I’ll take a rum and coke, if you don’t mind,” she says. “Lime?” “Of course.” “Me too,” Laura pipes up. “Coming right up.” I head to the bar,
