By the time I look over my shoulder, Bex has dragged Laura into the far corner. Hopefully Laura will still like me after she knows the truth. She seems like a firecracker; that Barry guy has his hands full. At the bar I order the drinks and another non-alcoholic beer for myself. I continue to watch her as I lean against the bar to wait. Fuck, she’s pretty. If I had to pretend to date anyone, I’d choose her a hundred times over. Kissing her again, finally, set my skin on fire.
