Emily.
After we left the restaurant, we proceeded directly to the bowling alley.
It’s busy tonight with families, couples and friends all having fun, laughing and cheering along with the crashing of pins and balls dropping onto the lanes.
“You’re going home crying, Davis,” I confidently declared, bouncing from side to side like a boxer ready for a match.
He gazes at me with eyes full of challenge, daring me to accept his bet. “If I win, you owe me 20 bucks,” he smirks.
With a shrug, I proposed, “If I win, come to karaoke one night.”
As he stands to his full height, towering over me, he commands, “Fine, now get your booty to Lane 4.”
While we are in our lane, I am amused as he assigns the hot receptionist label to me and proudly claims the badass label for himself.
Approaching him
