Chapter 5
NANCY
The bartender slides a drink over to his long fingers and he wraps them around a clear fizzy drink, his jaw impossibly tight.
“Asshole, eh? Strong words from a woman who can’t help but turn forty shades of red every time she curses. As for ‘what am I doing here’? Welp, I had a feeling I was going to get fired tonight so I planned on grabbing a few things.” He pats the inside of a leather jacket without looking down. “But don’t worry. I’ll take this seltzer to go. Just thought a fired man could use a celebratory non-alcoholic drink before he takes off.”
“What, you’re toasting now to being fired?”
“Maybe I’m toasting to never having to argue with you about bar tabs again…” He gazes downwards. “Did you ever think about that?”
I had.
I’d thought a lot about the prospect
