When Connor came strolling out of the bar with two beers in hand, just as I started heading in the direction of Hagerty's, he asked, "Have you changed your mind, bro? Let me guess; you didn't miss that ass when she came out, did you?" His comment was innocent enough—no big deal—but the salty taste it left in my mouth by the insinuation that Aria was just a hot piece of ass gave me pause. I wanted to say, ‘don't fucking talk about my girl like that,’ but I didn't, because one, she's not my girl, and two, I don't know if I want her to be. I'm not the guy she needs.
