3 HAYESDinner out with the guys is a casual affair, and usually one I look forward to. But something feels off about tonight.
To be honest, I don’t want to be here. My guess is it’s because I haven’t been able to get Maren off my mind, but it could also be because my so-called friends forced me into taking some time off last week, and I’m still feeling guilty about it.
Cheeseburgers and beers from McGil’s solve most problems, though, so things are beginning to look up. Our server delivers our food, along with a stack of extra napkins we didn’t ask for but are certain to need.
After setting down the plates, she lingers at our table a moment too long. I’m sure she sees three successful, attractive bachelors when she looks at us, and she’s not wrong. But guys’ night is sacred, and even Con
