“You serious?” Boone asks.
Orry leans closer. “So, thereisa girl!”
“It’s not a dive,” I defend automatically.
Jake gasps. “He’s defensive. Oh, this is real.”
“I just like the fries.”
The entire row erupts in laughter.
Sebastian doesn’t even look at me. “He has a crush on the bartender.”
“I do not have a crush.”
Asshole.
“You absolutely do,” he says.
“I talked to her twice.”
“Well, three times if you go tonight,” Orry announces.
I hesitate…and that’s a huge mistake. Jake slaps my shoulder. “Oh my God, he was planning to go.”
“I wasn’t planning,” I tell them. “I was…considering.”
“That’s worse,” Boone laughs.
Bennett leans into the aisle. “Bro, you can’t go three days in a row. That’s serial killer behavior.”
“It’s not three days…” I say, but my stomach twists with the realization that it would be.
“Friday with us,” Sebastian counts calmly. “And Saturday you went by yourself.”
My jaw drops. “What? How do you know that?”
Sebastian smirks. “Am I wrong?”
Fuck.
Just gave myself away.
“Knew it.” He chuckles.
“So, if you go today…” Orry adds.
“That’s consecutive emotional decisions,” Boone says.
I stare at them. “You’re all dramatic fucks, you know that?”
“Nah,” Jake shakes his head. “We’re saving you from looking like a desperate stalker.”
I open my mouth and then close it again, because fuck, they might be right. I lean back against the seat, exhaling slowly. But what if they’re wrong? What if tonight’s the night she’s expecting me? What if not showing up is worse?
“I just…” I start, then stop.
What am I going to say?
