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“Yeah.”

The bartender hands us two menus, and I barely need to glance at it to know my order.

“I’ll have a BLT and fries, please.” I close the menu and hand it back to the bartender.

“I’ll have steak tips over rice with a house salad, please.” Cal folds his menu and returns it as well.

We make small talk until our food arrives, and then I scarf down my meal. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.

“Want another round?” the bartender asks, pointing to our empty glasses.

“I’ll have water instead,” Calvin says.

“Same.” I turn to Calvin and then ask, “Still no word from the tow?”

No sooner do I finish my sentence than his phone begins to vibrate on the bar top.

“Hello?” Calvin answers while intently listening to the other end. He lets out a large sigh and then hangs up a second later.

I just raise a brow in question.

“Yeah, so they came for your car…”

“And they left because we weren’t there?” I guess.

Crap. We should have stayed in one place. What was I thinking? Why did we come around the corner to this bar?

“No. Your car was too low, so they weren’t able to tow it. They need to come back with a flatbed tow.”

“What?” I blink in confusion. What does that mean? Aren’t all tow trucks the same?

“They are not sure how long it will be,” Sebastian says, distracted, as he plays with his phone.

The bartender places two waters in front of us and starts to walk away.

“Actually,” I say in a loud teacher voice, “can I have another whiskey and Coke?”

“Make that two.” Cal hoists up two fingers as he speaks.

The bartender wastes no time placing another whiskey and Coke in front of me, and I take a large gulp.

I turn to face Calvin. “So did they say anything else?”

“No, just that the tow wouldn’t work and the one that would is an hour away right now on another call. It’s going to be a while.”

I take another sip, and he does the same.

Calvin then stands up, grabs his phone off the bar, and drops it in his pants pocket. “Excuse me. I’ll be right back.”

With that, Calvin leaves me sitting at the bar alone with my thoughts.

Five minutes later, he returns and stands beside me.

“Good news,” he announces. “They have vacancies here.”

“Excuse me?” I need clarity here.

“It’s pitch black out, and who knows when the tow is coming.”