A bunch of guys leave, meandering out the door, and just when it appears the night is over, yet more wander in. The bar gets busy again and the night looks far from done.
I’ve well and truly lost my drive. I lean against a pillar, my mind not on the job. It isn’t my night. The pain in my feet is almost too much to bear, and I have no idea how I’ll get through the rest of the weekend. I can’t even think about Billy, or my social media hassles, so I dispatch Lana the Sleuth to the nether regions of my mind and dwell on Guillermo instead.
I am pleased I accepted his invitation. At least I know I’ll be safe with him, and I’m sure he’ll treat me right – he’s one of the good guys. A few months back, he forwent his usual indifference to the goings on in the clubroom and leaped from behind his s
