More than once, I was tempted to get up and bail before Aaron even had a chance to get here. Still, I resisted the urge and stayed where I was alone at one of the tables, nursing a Pina Colada between my fingers that’s not even pretending to have enough booze in it.
The place was swarming for a Thursday night. Couples were getting drunk at the bar, men played darts, growing louder with each finished pitcher of beer, and single women prowled the place, ready to dig their claws into whatever half-decent jock made the rookie mistake of looking their way.
I didn’t like bars. In fact, I hated them. I didn’t like crowds in general, actually, and Carly said it was due to my introversion or whatever.
But I was not the same girl I used to be, right? Not even close.
Or that’s what I was trying t
