This restaurant isn’t my style. I would prefer someplace with peanut shells on the floor, a karaoke machine, shots of tequila lined up on the bar. Dancing. But there will be time for all of that later.
Still, it’s sweet that Renee wants to take me to dinner to celebrate my college graduation. We’ve been friends since we were five, when most of my friendships were determined by geography. She’d been my next-door neighbor. If we met today, I don’t know if we would even see each other, much less become best friends.
There’s a busboy clearing the table next to ours. He notices my stare and winks at me. Cheesy, I know, but I still blush. Renee does not approve. “Joss, seriously? You’re an educated woman now. Don’t sell yourself short.”
I watch as he carries something outside and follow him, mumbling an excuse to Renee. As I duck into the alley, he grabs me and pulls me close and I can’t think about anything else, other than the faint smell of tequila on his breath.