After the week I’ve had, I could use a win, and the only win I want is for her to give me a chance to show her that I’m not the guy she thinks I am.
Poppy stands and wraps Lacey up in a hug, and Jacks and I greet the guys.
“So, what’s everyone drinking?” I ask.
“We hadn’t ordered yet,” Logan says. “We were waiting for everyone to get here.”
“I think I’m gonna do a gin and tonic,” Lacey says, scooting into the booth.
“I’ll take a French 75,” Poppy says.
“Wren and Gray will be here soon, but I’m not sure what they want,” Lacey adds. “I can text them.”
It’s a good thing I pay attention.
“I got them. Don’t worry,” I say. “Donovan and Enzo, y’all good with beer?”
Both men nod, and Jacks, Logan, and I head to the bar to order.
“Yo, Frank,” I yell when we find an empty space. He waves and nods his head, acknowledging us.
“You still good with our plan,” I ask Logan while we wait.
“Yeah, we’ll play, but I’m serious. If she doesn’t want to play, then you gotta take that as a sign to leave her alone. I don’t understand this obsession you have with her. Do you like her or something?”
“What can I get y’all?” Frank yells over the bar before I can answer Logan.
“Five beers, a gin and tonic, a French 75, an extra dirty martini, and a cosmo,” I order.
“Y’all opening a tab?” Frank asks.
“Sure.” I slide my card across the bar. He takes it and then turns to go make our drinks.
“T, I can cover me and Lacey.” Jacks says.
“I was about to say the same thing about Poppy and me. You don’t have to pay,” Logan adds.
“It’s no problem. Y’all can get it next time.” I shrug them off.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” Logan argues.
“I have the money—might as well spend it.”
“Regardless, we could’ve gotten them,” Jacks grumbles.
Frank returns with our order. I grab Wren’s before either of my friends has the chance. We do our best to collect the rest of the drinks between the three of us, but there are nine drinks and only six hands.
“Leave some of the beers, and I’ll make a second trip,” I offer. They agree, and the three of us walk back to the table.
My heart stops when I see Wren. The other girls in our group are pretty, but Wren is the type of beautiful that men would start wars over. She’s stunning. Her long, auburn hair is pulled back out of her face. She’s wearing pink denim shorts, a white tank top that shows off her midriff, and amatching crocheted vest with small pink flowers and green leaves down the front.
I walk up behind Logan and Jacks, clearing my throat.
“Uh, here you go,” I say, offering her the cosmo.
She stares at me a little stunned and doesn’t take the drink.
“You drink cosmos right?” I say, now very unsure that I remembered her favorite drink correctly.
