I felt my patience wearing thin as his voice sounded behind me. It was the guy I had been avoiding, and I could already feel my annoyance rising to the surface.
"The last thing I remember, I was calling out for Chandler," I snapped, refusing to turn around and face him.
I heard him chuckle, but it did little to diffuse my irritation. I wasn't in the mood for another argument, and I wasn't going to let him get the best of me this time.
"Chandler's not here, so you'll have to deal with me," he continued, his tone laced with smugness.
I finally spun around to face him, ready to leave the scene. "My parents taught me not to talk to strangers," I shot back, my eyes involuntarily drawn to the tattoos on his arms that were so far beyond my control.
As I looked at him, I noticed that he wasn'
