At least tomorrow I’ll be able to go to the farm during the day to help Wyatt and hang out with the animals while Blake and Liam are on some island in the middle of the ocean.
I’d planned to go to the same restaurant John and I went to last time, but I pass a sports bar and figure I’ll check it out. I pull into the half-empty parking lot and walk into the building under the red neon sign. The bar has TVs all over the walls with tables down both sides of the building and another row down the middle.
The hostess approaches me. “Hi there, how many?”
“Hello, I just wanted to order some food to go. Do you have a menu?”
“Sure thing, you can head up to the bar and Daisy will take good care of you.”
I thank her, then walk to the bar and pull out a stool to sit on. Sports are on every channel, and I’m in heaven. I wonder if Blake knows about this place? If not, I’m going to have to drag him here during football season.
Hockey playoffs are on, and it’s a close game in the third period. I don’t particularly care for either of these teams, but it matters for advancement to the next round. The woman whose name must be Daisy drops a menu for me to review, and I’m aware I need to focus, but I’m too busy watching the screen until a commercial comes on. The menu is standard bar food, so I order two sandwiches to go, just in case John changes his mind and wants one.
“There’s no way they win this game. No way, bro,” I hear someone say as they approach the bar with two other guys. They look a little familiar, maybe they were at the wedding, but I was so focused on John, and there were so many people, it’s hard to say for sure. I’d guess they’re somewhere around my age, maybe. I’m kind of bad at that sort of thing.
“They have to, I need them to for my bets,” another one explains, and I can’t help but butt in as they pull up a chair.
“You guys Werewolves fans?”
“Nah, most people around here are pulling for the Griffins, but I want the Werewolves to win this one.”
“No, they can’t win. Let me have this one, come on,” the other guy complains.
I stick out my hand. “I’m a Dragons fan personally, just moved here from the city, my name’s Chad.”
“No way,” one of the guys says as he shakes my hand. “Why’d you move here?”
I should’ve thought about how I wanted to answer this question before I told them, because once again, I’m not sure what to tell people. I shouldn’t say my husband lives here, for all I know, these could be some friends of Liam and Blake who I have yet to meet. Oh, that could be a good excuse, actually.
“My best friend moved here with his husband over at Moore to Love Farms.”
“Blake?”
“Yes! Do you know him?”
“Sure, but also everyone knows about them from the show and his social media. His videos are hilarious. So are you the guy that gave the speech?” I nod, beaming as he says, “That was great. By the way, I’m Drew, and this is Mark and James.”
“Hey, man,” James, the one with a hat on says.
“Sup?” Mark nods. “We’re going to watch the rest of the game if you’re planning to stick around.”
Staying actually sounds great; how often will I get a chance to make new friends? I wonder if John will mind. I doubt it. I pull out my phone to text him.
Chad
Met some cool guys at the bar, I’m gonna hang with them for a bit then I’ll be over. Didn’t want you to worry ;)
“Yeah, I’ll stick around for a little. But you should know, I do want to see the Griffins lose,” I joke.
“That’s what I’m talking about, man!” Drew says. “I like this guy.”
I grin at the compliment. This place is amazing.
John
What guys? Where are you?
Look at John asking questions and caring about me.
