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“Okay, then, show the way,” Manon said.
“So, are you here for the weekend?” I asked.
“I am. Just doing a spot of shopping for my party next week. You are coming, aren’t you?” She stopped walking and faced me again.
“I’m working there.”
Her brow creased. “Oh, really? I tried to invite you, but you were busy with your girlfriend.”
Billy opened the door to the noisy bar, and we all stepped in.
“She’s not my girlfriend.” I rolled my eyes.
“I wanted you to come.” She looked upset, which I found rather nice. “Can’t you get out of it?”
I looked at Billy, who was also doing a spot of bouncing work while completing an online computer course.
He shrugged. “Sure. I can stay at yours?”
“You sure can, mate. I just bought a sofa bed.”
Manon’s face brightened. “Then I’ll talk to Grandmother and tell her, shall I?”
“I can do that.” I smiled.
Billy rubbed his hands. “Okay. So, what are we having?”
We found a table, and Billy brought over a tray of drinks and passed Sapphire a coke.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to get you a proper drink?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No. I’m good. I don’t want to drink.”
“Have you ever?” he asked, passing our drinks then sitting down next to her.
“Yeah.” She made it sound like he’d asked a silly question.
“So, how did you two meet?” I asked Manon, switching my focus from her to her young friend.
Manon regarded Sapphire as though she needed permission to answer that simple question, which struck me as strange, as it did Billy, going by his puzzled look.
“She’s a friend of the family,” Manon said at last.
I couldn’t understand why she’d found that response difficult.
We spent the next couple of hours talking about football and movies and all kinds of silly things. Lots of jokes, thanks to Billy, and time flew. It was the first time I’d actually sat down with Manon and chatted normally, and thanks to beer, I could even hold a conversation with her without sounding dumb. She liked to giggle, which was cute and sexy. Everything about Manon was sexy. I could have stared into those pretty, dark eyes all night.
The pub closed at midnight, and we spilled into the street along with everyone else.
A few of the lads were pushing each other around, looking for a fight, and one started to hit on Manon.
I looked at Billy and rolled my eyes.
“Hey, why don’t you drop those losers and come with us instead?” a heavily tattooed guy said to Manon.
“Don’t think so. You’re not my type.” She might as well have told him to fuck off.
He stumbled closer.
