Something New
By Kris T. Bethke
The bar was crowded. Tons of people in various states of drunkenness, having a great time. But I couldn’t take my eyes off the man at the dartboard. He was, apparently, enjoying himself immensely. He threw back his head and laughed at whatever his companion said, and the low overhead light caught the red in his hair and made it gleam.
I swallowed hard as he stepped up to the line and took his shot. From where I sat, I couldn’t tell how good it had been, but his big smile had to mean he’d done well. His chiseled jaw would make superheroes jealous, and the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders as he lined up another shot made my mouth water.
I was pretty sure I whimpered.
“You probably shouldn’t stare like that,” my best friend Joe said from beside
