Evelyn.
"So, you don't organize the parties?" I take a sip from the glass in front of me.
We ended up going to a cozy bar with good lighting and a pleasant smell. Connor offered to pay for whatever I ordered, so I got the most expensive cocktail on their menu.
"Nope, I don't. I like parties, I won't lie to you, but my friends are more outgoing than I am."
"The blond?" I question.
"Veronica?" He echoes.
I nod. "Yeah. I guess that's her name. I don't recall."
Connor laughs and shakes his head. "You don't recall? You guys talked when you came to my apartment the first time."
I roll my eyes. "We didn't have a conversation. I asked her where the apartment's owner was after she assumed I was there for the party. Just like you did."
He places his hand on his chest and, looking solemn, sa
