Well then, congrats.
Why are you congratulating me?
Doing a stupid thing at a club is almost a universal experience.
It’s not about the club, though.
Running my fingers through my wet hair, I wonder how much I can tell her. Friends or not, I’m not sure how she would react to me hooking up with Levi.
Although is it considered a hookup if people didn’t have sex? Making out is the term, I think.
Is it about Levi?
How do you…?
Well, he was hot on your heels when you were channeling your inner Cinderella and ran away before the clock struck midnight.
A hot flush rushes through me, my heart flips in my chest at this information, and I grip the phone tighter.
He chased after me? Does that mean…
He came back shortly after, so I wasn’t sure what it was all about until you got all philosophical right now.
And my heart plummets back, and I wonder how stupid a woman can be. He was probably making sure I was out of his club so he could go back to his usual activities.
I’m glad you find all of this amusing.
We didn’t have sex.
Okay, why did I have to type that?
That’s a relief. Having your first time at a club would have been… Actually, it might have been fun? Either way, a different location sounds like a better idea.
Oh my God.
I’m having my first time with him.
Oh, you seem very determined. I admire that, and good luck, I guess? Although judging by last night, you don’t need it.
My brow furrows, and it takes me a second to realize what I wrote.
I’m NOT having my first with him. That’s what I meant.
No need to explain.
He hates me, and we argued. That’s all. Nothing else happened.
Are you trying to convince yourself or me? Because I never said you guys did anything, yet you keep repeating now that nothing happened.
I need to rethink this whole lawyer-friendship thing.
Let’s just drop the subject. Levi hates me and has a grudge against me, so nothing else is going on.
You’re doing it again.
If you have time, please stop by my office tomorrow to sign some paperwork. See you, babe.
Sure. Bye.
