Tom looks at me with a weirdly surprised expression on his face.
"And the two of you are friends? Yeah, she has a boyfriend. Don't you know him? His name's Mike. You don't know this? You don't know him?"
"No, I don't."
"And you two are friends?" he asks with a raised eyebrow.
"I mean, we are, but it's kind of new. It probably just never came up. We're not that close."
"How long have you been here? How long have you known Sarah?" he asks me as he pours me another drink and gets closer.
"I guess I've known her ever since I got here. We met at work."
"At work?"
"Yeah, at the diner."
"Oh, you work with her at the diner?"
"Yeah, and that's how she told me about here. If she's not here, I should probably go."
"No, it's okay. It's fine." He looks at his watch. "It's past midnight. I'll
