Vince moved to close the door, but I grabbed it just before it could shut. “Wait.” I bit my lip. “Um… I’m sorry to ask, but is there any chance you could get me something to drown my sorrows? I’ll reimburse you for it.” I really wasn’t trying to be dramatic, but it’d been a rough afternoon. I wasn’t opposed to numbing the pain a little. For the first time since I met him, Vince actually looked at me with a hint of understanding. Maybe even a dash of sympathy—or pity—as he pushed the door open further. “Sure. What’s your poison?” I sniffled. Bubblegum was for when I was already happy. I needed
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