Cheryl doesn’t seem to be herself and, at first, Maggie doesn’t pay much attention, but when Cheryl starts to answer questions with short answers, she won’t even look at Maggie. Maggie realizes that something is up.
“Okay, what’s up, rubber duck?” She stops in front of Cheryl, not letting her leave the bathroom.
“Nothing.” Cheryl sighs.
“Hmmm, and I’m not your best friend.” Maggie folds her arms over her chest and almost glares at the woman in front of her. “You had a date today, and you sounded happy when I spoke to you this morning, and now you are barely speaking. What did he do?”
“Nothing,” Cheryl pushes past Maggie and walks into the club. It’s not their night to work, but they came in early to help get the new girl up to speed. Girls don’t last long behind this busy bar, and they
