The game was incredible.
The Lightning won 4 to 2, and the bar lost its mind.
Benji led a chorus of “Don’t Stop Believin’” that could probably be heard in Orlando.
Jacks high-fived every customer within reach.
Mark was already calculating the night’s revenue with barely concealed glee.
And Finn . . .
Finn was in the middle of it all, laughing and celebrating with the regulars who’d also become like family.
I loved watching him like this, seeing him happy and successful and thriving.
This was what he’d worked for.
What he’d dreamed about when he and Mark first opened the place.
“You’re staring again,” Diego said.
“I know.”
“You’re also smiling like an idiot.”
“I know that, too.”
“Are you going to—”
“Yes, as soon as the crowdthins out.”
Diego studied me for a moment, then smiled. “He’s going to say yes, you know.”
“You think?”
“I know. That man is head over heels in love with you. Anyone with eyes can see it.” He stood up. “Now I’m going to get another beer and leave you to your nervous planning. I think you should do it now, while the place is packed. It’ll make for a more dramatic event—and even better promo videos.”
I watched him go, then checked the time. It was nearly eleven. The crowd wasn’t even budging. If anything, the bar was cramming even more happy gays into the building.
My phone buzzed.
Mom: Good luck tonight, sweetheart. He’s going to say yes. I know he will. Love you.
I smiled. I’d told my mom last week, needing someone to talk to about my plans. She’d met Finn twice now and had declared him “absolutely perfect for you” both times.
Me: Thanks, Mom. Love you, too.
Another text came through, this time from an unknown number.
UnknownNumber: This is Priya. A patient tried to stick my phone up her cooter. I promise this isn’t a puss-dial. I’m texting from a nurse’s phone.
Unknown Number: Just remember, if you hurt him, I know the name of every bone and muscle in your body. But seriously, congratulations in advance. He loves you.
I laughed despite myself and showed the text to Diego when he returned with his beer.
“That’s terrifying and sweet at the same time,” Diego said.
“That’s Priya.”
