By the time he walked into the bar, he figured he’d missed Quinn. He hadn’t counted on her sticking around after the majority of the teachers left. If she kept hanging out without the horde of teachers, she must like something about the place. He banked on it being him. Especially after their kiss. He should probably say something about the kiss, but what? I want to do it again?
He strolled over to the bar where she was sitting on a stool. He stepped next to her, her soft scent grabbing him, and whispered in her ear, “Can’t get enough of me, can you?”
She jumped a little and then smirked. “I have a date.”
“Really? That’s two dates in one week. Both of them here.” Was she trying to send him a signal?
“Your bar is conveniently located. I don’t want any guy I meet on the Internet to know
