Chapter 16: Margarita's, Madison, and Mistakes

QUINN'S POV

A plate of sopapillas and four margaritas later, the clock neared eleven-thirty before Collin and I finally left the Mexican restaurant, Tio's. We'd talked and laughed like old friends and it did my soul wonders to feel normal again.

I'd made the right decision not to date him. We were going to be much happier as friends. I wasn't girlfriend material anyway. At least that's what I figured since men rarely asked me out. It must've been because I wasn't girlfriend material.

"Let me take you home," Collin offered. He smelled like barley and salsa.

"I want to walk. It's not far."

"Are you sure? You're three sheets to the wind as it is."

I laughed. "You had like ten beers. I'll take my chances walking."

He buttoned his coat. "It's freezing. We can share a cab."

"No, thanks. I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks for dinner."

"Any time. Good night."

I stood on the curb until Collin hailed a cab, got in, and rode off. The biting wintry air rustled leaves in the trees but the streets were