“I was,” he said, then took a sip of his drink. “I mean, I am. I’m home for a little while on holiday, and it was just lucky that it coincided with tonight. Who are you here with?”
“Very lucky. It’s nice to see you. I’m here with the girls.”
“Oh, they’re here, too? Awesome. Hey, have you got a drink?”
“No, I was just going to get one when I spotted you,” I lied.
“I’ll get you one. What are you having?”
“Double vodka and Coke, no ice, please.”
His dimples appeared. “Some things never change. I’ll be back in a mo’.”
I watched him walk towards the bar. Or maybe “studied him intently” would be a better turn of phrase. It seemed his ability to bring out the total perv in me hadn’t waned. Turning to the jukebox, in case he turned around and caught me checking him out, I noticed he still h
