The pub's smoky haze enveloped Emily as she slid into the worn leather booth, the scent of stale beer and greasy chips assaulting her nostrils. Sophia plopped down opposite her, two rum and cokes sloshing precariously in her hands.
"So," Sophia said, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin. "Spill it, girl. How was the date with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Broody?"
Emily felt heat creep up her neck. "It was... nice," she mumbled, suddenly fascinated by a water ring on the table.
Sophia snorted. "Nice? That blush says a hell of a lot more than 'nice.' Did you stay the night?"
"I might have," Emily admitted, unable to suppress a small smile.
Sophia let out an ear-piercing squeal that had half the pub turning to stare. Emily slouched lower in her seat, wishing the floor would swallow her whol
