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Anna
Even though I don’t much feel like returning to the scene of my latest crime against general social rules, I go to Lenny’s with Sean and Jamie after work on Friday anyway. More because it’s what I do every single Friday—and I need to get my weekly dose of social interaction—than because I want to hang out with my brother and my colleague s***h friend.
I try to discreetly settle last Wednesday’s bill with Lisa, but of course she asks me how Zoe is, and of course Sean hears her.
“Did you come here with the foxy lady?” he asks.
“What foxy lady?” Jamie asks.
“Zoe, the new owner of Bookends,” Sean tells Jamie, then he fixes his gaze back on me. “Wait… is she one of yours?” He purses his lips into a very quizzical pout.
Now I do wish I had gone home instead of coming here. I wish
