Ch 12
Leslie POV
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I gulp down the cold water, the air is hot, and my palms are sweaty.
I badly want to a drink.
But Apparently I'm not old enough to drink.
I'm not a school kid ,I'm a grown ass women.
Hello, I'm Twenty.
I'm old enough to get f****d but to get a drink?
But here there is a legal age for alcohol to be served and that is twenty-one.
So, I'm not twenty-one yet,
There you go.
"You need anything else, honey?"
I look at the person named Andy, who brings me some cheesed nachos.
And I smile at him.
He is cute, red head, dark eyes, lean, his shirt unbuttoned, but he has got a vest inside.
Ripped jeans.
Thick accent.
But not my type
"Maybe some company.
I hate sitting alone,"
I grin like a kid ,as I point him at the empty space next to me.
And I hat
