“What?” she questions, before shaking her head quickly when she realizes what I mean. “No, nothing like that. I just…I was wondering if you’d like to get a drink sometime?”
My worry soon turns to surprise. This is the first time Amber has openly asked me to do something with her. And I know she doesn’t mean as friends.
I like Amber, I would be an eejit not to. But we just don’t…click that way.
“I’m flattered, I really am, but I can’t,” I say, not wanting to lead her on. “I’ve got a lot on, and it’s not fair—”
But she doesn’t buy it.
“Is it because of that girl? Poppy?”
I want to deny it, but I don’t want to lie to Amber. She’s wild craic, and I don’t want to insult her that way. But she catches me off guard.
“You don’t think her accent is…off?”
“Off?” I question, unsure what she me
