“That’s true.I’m not the type who calls just to talk.”She yawned before adding, “Tonight’s taken a toll on me.I can already feel my limbs going soft.”
“That’s the alcohol,” I pointed out.
She laughed nervously.“Yeah, that too.”
“Come on, I’ll take you home.”
“It’s still early, and you haven’t had anything to eat.”
“That’s true.”
“Then let’s go somewhere.”
I wanted nothing more than that, but I knew Amy well enough to realize that she wasn’t up for it.She probably only came to the bar because I insisted.
“No, I’ll do something else.They have some finger food here at the bar.I’ll eat something real quick and then take you home.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.And then you’re going to tell me more about that sponsorship while I eat.”
I had a plan for that.I could definitely help out.My brothers and I ran several companies.We could easily offer temp placements to high school students.Hell, I could do that in a heartbeat.I was interested in writing code before I even got into high school, and I’d like nothing more than to inspire others to do the same.
To my surprise, the bar had delicious food on its menu: fried chicken, tacos, and burgers.It was a wild mix, but instinct told me it would be good.I grabbed some fried chicken and went back to the table.
“That’s not bad-looking,” Amy said.
I grinned.“Want to try some?”
“Yesssss.Some habits die hard, don’t they?”
“They don’t have to die at all.Don’t think it’s a bad habit,” I said between bites.
“But I’m always snacking on your food.”
“Just on mine?I thought you did that with everyone.”
“No.For some reason, only with you.”
“Very interesting.”
She grabbed a piece of chicken and devoured it.
I chuckled.“You’re hungry, huh?”
“No, but this is super tasty.”
“It is.”After I finished the chicken, I asked, “Ready to go home?”
“Oh yeah.I’m tipsy.I ate greasy food.I’m in the company of a very sexy guy.”She cleared her throat.“Friend.This evening was a success after all.”
I wiggled my eyebrows.“Starting with those sexy compliments again, huh?”
“It’s just, well...sexy fits you so well.”
“Even with my bruises?”I challenged her.
“Knox, they make you look like a bad boy, and women love bad boys.”
