Conner looks right through me while we talk. Through me to the two blonde girls he’d rather be speaking with. Unfortunately for him, he is drunk and boring. The girls are having fun with my friends. Conner is doomed.
To be fair, Conner isn’t my first choice of conversation partner either. I’d much rather be talking to the shorter of the two blondes. Probably the same one that Conner wants. But I hesitated. Sam didn’t. And when I saw him walk up to her I cursed myself. Flawless skin, a fit body, and narrow blue eyes – I am kicking myself for hesitating.