As soon as we entered Cabooze’s, people immediately started greeting Garett. One table we passed even handed him a shot. A few girls tried to strike up a conversation—clearly flirting—but he didn’t flirt back.
Maybe because I was with him. After all, we’re pretending to be dating.
“You sure know a lot of people,” I said, unable to hide my curiosity. “Do you actually remember all their names?”
“They know me. I don’t know them,” he replied, glancing at me. “Come here.” He grabbed the sleeve of my hoodie and gently pulled me in front of him.
I didn’t say anything. The place was packed, which was expected on a night like this.
“Guys!” JT called from across the room, waving us over.
Garett’s whole friend group was there when we reached their table. One guy I didn’t recognize was sitting w
