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It’s obvious Conor has put together I’m his coach’s daughter, same as Hunter did. Neither of them seem to know how to navigate that.

“What can I get you guys?”

Finally, the bartender appears.

“Two—” Hunter stops talking.

I glance at Hunter to figure out why, but he’s looking at Aidan.

“What are you getting?” Aidan asks me, ignoring his friend.

“I can order my own drink.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m asking you to do.”

We have another uncomfortable stare-off. Extra uncomfortable because I feel multiple sets of eyes on us.

“Vodka cranberry,” I decide.

I don’t care that they’re common and considered basic. They taste good.

“Didn’t you already have a beer?” Aidan asks.

“Did I ask for your input?” I snap.

“Beer before liquor, never been sickeris a saying, is all.”

More staring.

Aidan sighs. “She’ll have a vodka cranberry, and I’ll take a pint of whatever you recommend on tap.”

The bartender nods, then disappears.

“You’re not getting yourusual?” The snide question is out before I can swallow it.

“A pint of whatever is on tap is my usual, Alice.”

“Don’tcall me that.”

“Sorry,” he says, not sounding the least bit apologetic.

I huff.

More uncomfortable silence.

“What do you think of Holt so far?” Harlow asks me.

I send her a smile that I hope conveys my gratitude. I’m stuck here until my drink arrives and I’d rather talk to Harlow than argue with Aidan or stand around in awkwardness. “It’s been great.”

“I can’t believe that this is my last semester.” Harlow’s voice is wistful. “I’m jealous you have a whole year left.”

“Why? Your junior year sucked,” Conor says.

“How would you know?” Harlow responds. “You were ignoring me back then.”

Conor grins. “Exactly.”

Harlow rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling.

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