I look ridiculous in Chevelle’s dress. This isn’t me. Not by a long shot.
We’re not at the bar for five minutes before Ben finds me. He puts his arm around my shoulders.
“So, do blondes have more fun?” he says, making fun of the fact the first time he met me, I was a brunette.
He’s a nice enough guy. Definitely makes it clear that he likes me, which is a plus, obviously.
“I think redheads have the most fun,” Mandi says, and I shoot her a thank-you look while the bartender brings us the drinks we ordered.
“Put those on my tab,” Ben says, picking up my drink and leading me over to the table.
“No worries, I got my own,” Mandi grumbles and follows us.
“Sorry, let me introduce you to some of our teammates you might not have met yet.” Ben leads me right into the middle of all the guys.
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