Between stolen, heated glances with my roommate, I finish my drink and turn to Inez where she’s busy behind the bar. I flash her a grin. “Another whiskey sour?” I tilt my empty glass at the bartender. Without missing a beat, she flashes me a wink. “Coming right up, babe.” Is that my third one now? My fourth? I don’t even know. Even though it’s a Friday night, I know I shouldn’t be letting myself loose like this. But it’s the only thing that keeps me from pining after my roomie like a sad school girl. Oh, what the hell. I’m totally pining.
