“Something wrong with what I’m wearing?” he interjects my drool fest. “You’re staring awfully hard.” He’s smirking at me. Jerk. “No.” Gulp. “You look…” Then I laugh. “Yeah, no. Sorry, but evidently alcohol is like veritas serum and I’m a no-go for launch on speaking the truth. I plead the fifth with that question, Counselor.” “What?” I point at him. “Exactly. But why are you here?”
