Blow Spencer off
“No, thank you,” I say and give Spencer a hard, unforgiving stare. He frowns and storms off without another word of explanation.
I watch him leave with a growing pit in my stomach. Did I just make a mistake?
“I need to use the bathroom,” I say, and give the man blocking my exit a bit of a nudge.
For a moment it looks like he isn’t going to let me up.
“Henry,” the opposite man says, the one Katie is—to my horror—quite snuggled up to, with a dreamy expression on her face. I mean the guy is cute, but he isn’t that cute. “Play nice.”
Henry forces a smile and slides out of the booth.
I make it to the bathroom and find a line four women deep. I wait for my turn, take care of my business and decide it’s time for a water, not another drink.
The one good thing about Spencer
