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Weston glanced at the guys I pointed out and wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, probably not. This is just practice. Let’s not get attached to the frat boys.”

I snorted. “Not my type anyway. But he was nice! And he bought me a drink.”

“See, I told you it was easy once you got started.”

“I didn’t really do anything though. He did everything. I didn’t even realize he was flirting with me.”

West laughed. “Yeah. That was the story of my life, too, but you’ll be able to pick it out the more practice you have. See if you can get a guy to ask for your number.”

“How do I do that?”

“Just talk about your life.”

My eyes widened. “Uh, you make it seem like that’s simple.”

“It is.”

“You’re a musician. So, of course it is.”

He tipped his drink at me. “Fair.”

“So, just…regale them with descriptions of my plants and being a wedding planner?”

He nearly choked on his drink. “Maybe hold off on talk of being a plant lady and wedding bells until the first date.” I rolled my eyes at him. “What did you say to that guy?”

“I don’t know. I mentioned Wright Vineyard.”

“There. That’s your opening. Try that again.”

I bit my lip and glanced at the bar again as I sipped my beer. That had been surprisingly easier than I’d thought. And a little confidence boost. All I’d had to do was fake being confident, and I hadn’t even done that well. Maybe I could do this.

I finished off my second beer. “Should I try again?”

Weston brushed a strand of hair off my face. “Knock ’em dead.”

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