"I should get going," she mumbled, grabbing her bag. "Gotta clean up before..."
She trailed off, realizing too late that she'd given Emily more ammunition. Sure enough, her friend's eyes lit up with glee.
"Before what, Soph? Seeing a certain bartender tonight?"
Sophia groaned. "I hate you sometimes, you know that?"
But there was no real anger in her voice. As annoying as Emily's teasing was, a part of Sophia was grateful for it. It helped distract her from the nerves coiling in her gut.
Because the truth was, she was terrified. Excited, yes. But also scared shitless of what tonight might bring.
Sophia's fingers hovered over her phone screen as she walked out of Lucas and Emily's house. The warm afternoon sun kissed her freckled skin, and a gentle breeze tousled her auburn curls. She
