Chapter 8

We pulled up in front of the restaurant. Da’More’s the sign on the door read. Adrian jumped out of the car and met me at the passenger side to open my door and to help me out. I made a mental note of how much of a gentleman he was. That was a refreshing change.

I realized I had left my bag in the floorboard halfway to the door so I had to turn back to grab it while he went ahead waiting at the door holding it open for me. I heard some loud voices in the background, but I was too busy digging in my purse making sure everything was accounted for to see what exactly was going on. I looked up as I noticed the voices had gotten closer to me just in time to see a body crashing into me sending me flying backwards over the curb. Some drunk was being kicked out of a bar next door and came colliding into me. Panic struck me as I realized wasn’t going to be able to catch myself in time. My heels went out underneath me and I braced myself for the fall into the road, but instead I fell back into A