That’s when I decided to look at the messages.
To see what April had been doing.
Sure enough, she built me up as a vegan who wanted to give up his life savings to save the world.
I had nothing against vegans. And I fully supported anything that helped to keep the world safe and floating around space for a little longer.
But, damn, sometimes a guy just needed a cold beer and a big, juicy burger.
I wentto another beachside bar and ordered that beer and that burger.
I ate alone, at the corner of the bar, and I enjoyed every greasy bite of the burger and each time that delicious, cold beer slid down my throat.
The televisions droned on about the playoffs.
I heard Andy’s name a couple times.
His team had a good chance to go deep into the playoffs.
All the while theSOLA Empiresat home.
And I got to hang out with Andy’s sister.
I thought about what April had done.
Kind of a genius move on her part.
As though I actually thought for a second she was going to find me a perfect date.
I should have seen that one coming from a mile away.
I pictured her huddled up on the couch, giggling, knowing what I was dealing with.
In fact, I was surprised she hadn’t texted me yet to ask me how it was going.
I took out my phone and thought about texting her.
Then another idea came to mind.
I paid for my burger and beer, plus a large tip, and I went back to the apartment.
According to my phone I had been gone about two and a half hours.
When I opened the door and stepped into the apartment, April appeared, clutching a half empty beer bottle, smiling.
Why does she look so fucking sexy holding a beer bottle.
In short shorts and an oversized hoodie with messy hair.
“Love connection?”
“Not exactly,” I said. “She jumped into the ocean to save a fucking turtle.”
“Did she really?” April asked.
“No,” I said. “You’re insane. You know that?”
April cracked up laughing. “How was it? How was Emilia?”