Marcie
I throw my head back, my sides aching from how hard I’ve been laughing.
“I knew you wouldn’t believe me!” Ben says. “I warned you!”
“You said she bit you!” I splutter between giggles. “A real, adult, adult model!”
“She didn’t understand that I was a real photographer, not a set-up for a scene.” He laughs with me in a rumbling baritone I wish I could bottle.
“Hi, uh, sorry to interrupt.”
I close my mouth around the last of my laughter and open my eyes to see Anaya, one of the baristas who I’ve had a few classes with, standing next to our table.
“Are we being too loud?” My face burns. “We can keep it down.”
She shakes her head. “I came to let you know we’re closing up for the night. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here and all.” She puts a check on our table and
