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He laughs. “You don’t say. But you know, practice makes perfect.”
Yeah, no. No idea what to say now.
He takes pity on me. Pity that he delivers with a small smile and by leaning away from me like he’s afraid I might run otherwise.
“What do you do for fun?” he asks. So, basically, we’re having a conversation two ten-year-olds have in a school playground. Great.
There are plenty of ways to turn the response to that into something that would resemble flirting.
Instead, I go with “Sports. I… do sports.”
He stays put, officially confirming that he has a thing for dumb jocks.
“Should’ve guessed.” His eyes move up and down me.
“Thanks?” I say and lift my chin toward him. “What about you?”
“Sports?” he asks. “Not if I can help it.”
“So this is all natural?” I ask with a raised brow.
He laughs out loud. “Well, well, well. You’re getting the hang of it.”
I laugh—pure relief—and he holds his bottle out toward me. We clink them together.
He lifts the bottle to his lips, tilts his head back, and takes a drink.
“How’s the experience so far?” he asks.
I blink. “Experience?”
“Hitting on a guy.” The gentle pity-smile grows bolder. More determined.
“It’s… an experience,” I say slowly. A confusing as hell, no clear answers in sight experience. I’m not sure what I expected out of this night? A ‘Congrats, You’re Bi’ banner? If it’s here, it’s either really tiny or hidden really well.
“Ouch,” he says, clutching his chest, but he’s still smiling.
“I didn’t mean…” I’m not sure what, exactly, I meant.
He waves me off.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s not the first time I got shot down in a bar. I’ll live.”
“I’m not,” I say.
“Not shooting me down?” He quirks his brow. “In that case, want to get out of here?”
My heart picks up speed uncomfortably and loudly. Just like this, I realize how stuffy and full of people this narrow room is.
And that somebody’s removed the ground from underneath me, and I’m plummeting toward something I’m not necessarily ready to face. Something I don’t know how to handle.
I take a step back.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “Sorry. I just remembered something. I have to go.”
I gesture vaguely in the direction of the door, throw some money on the bar, and then I’m out of there.
Outside, I take a deep breath of cool air before I close my eyes and let my head fall back.
