Eight
Kingston
Samantha’s already at Tipsy Turvy’s when I arrive. As soon as she spots me, her hand is in the air, flagging me down. Her enthusiastic wave is unnecessary since it’s a weekday night, and the bar isn’t busting at the seams or anything.
I shrug off my jacket and slide onto the bar stool beside her. The waitress comes over and I order a beer. Samantha says she’s good with what she’s got right now. I eye her drink to see it’s some kind of cocktail.
“So how was your shift?” she asks.
“Good. Nothing major.” My attention goes to the football game on the television.
“Remember that Adventure Race I was talking to you about?” she asks.
I look at her and nod, thanking the waitress when she brings over my beer.
“The sign-up is next week. Are you still interested?”
I know right
