Chapter 12

• I found an empty bar stool between a pair of males who were so shamelessly flirting with the people next to them that I had no risk of being the focus of their attention.
• The bartender walked over to me while polishing a glass. I’m serious. He was legit polishing a glass as if I was in the middle of some cheesy western. I half expected him to ask me how I was feeling or greet me by name. Which of course, is ridiculous.
• “What can I get you?” he asked.