I snare the vodka from his hand and crack a smile as I twist off the top. “Clear liquor, huh? Where’s the whiskey?” “It just so happens that dark liquor makes a girl I like sick, so I left it behind.” My chest flutters. Did he just admit that he likes me? “Ahh. A girl you like?” I bring the bottle to my mouth and take a sip while watching him. It goes down smooth and the burn in my chest ignites my adrenaline. After a good shot's worth, I hand it back to him with the top on. “If you like this girl, then why’d you stand her up earlier?”
