“Oh hey, Travis. I didn’t know you were here. Did you order my drink, Lola?” Courtney gives me a wink, then turns to Viola.
“No.” Viola isn’t amused, her lips in a firm line.
Courtney’s been dancing for the better half of the night and smells like gin, perfume, and sweat. I shake my head, and a small smirk plays on my lips as Courtney leans over the bar like the typical drunk girl and orders another drink. She pats me on my back before she goes back to the dance floor.
Viola doesn’t even notice. The only person she’s looking at right now is me. And she’s shooting daggers at me.
I lick my lips and as hard as it is, I look her in the eyes. She’s flustered and upset, and I study her face.
“Have you been crying?” I’m genuinely concerned.
“No.”
“Liar.”
She rolls her eyes. “Whatever.”
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