“Damon’s not here.”
Trihn raised her eyebrows. “Hi. It’s nice to see you, too, Maya.”
“Oh, yeah. Hi. Here’s a gin and tonic. Damon’s not here,” Maya said, pushing a drink her way.
“Well, I didn’t come here for him tonight. I come here every weekend.”
“You so want to get f****d tonight. I mean, you’re wearing a corset top.”
“Nothing to do with Damon!” Trihn cried. She snatched her drink up and took a long swig. It burned on the way down, leaving behind a floral aftertaste. Good stuff.
“I do love that f*****g skirt though,” Maya said, leaning over the bar to examine it. “Where did you get that?”
Trihn beamed. “I made it!”
“Look at you, Miss Fashion Designer. Well, I’ll take one of those when you have a chance.”
“Sure. I’ll get to it in my spare time,” Trihn said.
“Good.”
“So, wait
