Adam’s POV
I called Belinda, and she picked up almost right away.
"Hey, I know I’m not the best friend in the world," I started. "But are you still available tonight?"
"Absolutely. What’s going on with Essel?"
"What do you think?" I replied, my tone laced with frustration. "She turned me down. Can I vent to you tonight? Over some drinks?"
"I’m not of age, Adam. That’s just mean."
"I’ll buy you one."
"That’s illegal..." she teased, her voice light over the phone.
Belinda had never let her age stop her from enjoying a drink before, but she was smart enough to know that getting served at a bar was a different story, especially with how strict they were about IDs these days.
"Come on, Bel? Or you could come over here? I’ll grab a bottle of vodka..."
"Are you really that upset?"
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