“Are you sure it’s okay that I’m here?” I asked, staring at the neon-white Escape sign plastered against the rich brick wall. We stood outside a building down by the Redwood Beach on Saturday night. “Isn’t this a bar?”
Ichika wrapped her hand around mine and pulled me to the entrance. “It’s a bar, but they have food for you too.” She opened the door and ushered me into the busy atmosphere with dim lights and a luxurious bar.
“Yeah, but I’m not twenty-one.”
“Well, we’ll sit at one of the high-top tables then. You’re my designated driver tonight, right?” she asked with a wink, pulling me toward an empty high-top table near the round marble countertop bar.
I arched a brow. “Only tonight.”
“Wait, really?” she asked, eyes wide. “Because there is this really cute waiter who works here, who
