Friday afternoon, Maggie was determined to have a good time with Eli. They ate pizza and laughed about their failed attempt at sexting the previous night. She was at ease with him, which she considered a sure sign they had possibilities. He held her hand and walked her back to the bar before her shift.
She checked the time. “I’m a little early. Let’s take a walk.”
He continued to hold her hand and she led him around the corner and down the alley toward the back door of the bar. She stopped there.
“I had a great time tonight. I wish we could hang out more, but the bar will be slammed the whole weekend because of Saint Patrick’s Day. I usually don’t work this many hours.”
“I understand.” He leaned back against the brick building, tugging her with him.
This was what she’d been hoping for
