My foot taps along to the rap song sounding from the speakers. Despite not growing up around this kind of music, I find myself evolving with the times. It's no Frank Sinatra album, though.
It's Saturday night, and the bar is more crowded than normal. I tend to customers almost every second, never getting a moment to breathe. I bend over to grab a bottle of Jack from behind the counter, and when I come back up, my eyes lock with Avalon's.
My gaze shifts from her to the man beside her. Great… Another date.
I pour the glass of alcohol for a man sitting three bar stools over, and then make my way toward the familiar girl. Her hair is curled tonight, bouncing to a halt just below her shoulders. I suck in a breath and smile.
“Back again," I say, directing my words to both of them. Avalon
