Mike
"Oh, I don't know if this is a good idea." I chuckle to myself with amusement at how I've flustered her.
"You live right next to the girl. Why couldn't you have just barged through her door like you normally do to talk to her?" That's a valid question, Paul.
"I could have." I shrug; Dave drops off Elena's drink between Paul and me. For kicks and giggles, I take a sip. Instantly I regret it. Way too sweet for me but suits Elena perfectly. It is a dangerous drink, though; she can get a buzz quickly with something that doesn't taste like alcohol at all.
"What do you want to say to her?" Paul interrogates.
I look him in the eye. "That's between her and me." He nods his head then takes a sip of his beer.
"What's going on with you and her friend?" I ask a little interested in his love
