2
“I’m so ready to go home,” Ollie whined as he and Allison walked through the nearly deserted airport. “Ugh, I’m exhausted.”
“Is Eli picking you up?”
Ollie nodded. “Yeah. Need a ride?”
Allison shrugged. “Sure. It’s much better than taking a cab.”
“What are you up to this weekend?”
Allison shook her head. “Nothing. Heather wants to go out, but I think I’m just going to have a quiet weekend.”
Ollie groaned. “You’re so boring. You should have gotten 2B’s number and spent the weekend with him.”
Allison laughed, finding the suggestion hilarious. “The only way he would have ever come home with me was if he was so drunk he didn’t know his own name.”
Ollie stopped, staring straight ahead. “How in the hell do you do that?”
“Do what?”
Ollie jerked his head toward the bar. She turned and
