“Tell me? You might as well. It’s not going to make it any worse if you tell me, but it might make it a little better. I’m a good listener, trust me. I’ve got a bartender’s degree in listening.” Those big blue eyes, the pleading expression, the rum, and the fingers still kneading heaven into my sore feet all work some kind of spell on me.
A bartenders degree in listening is such a good line
