24 Mine

Nate

I don’t like clubs. Dancing is usually pure torture, but I’m having a good time today. Sarah has so many friends that I can’t keep track of names and relations. Josh is helping a lot, explaining who is who. I have a feeling that he usually looks out for Sarah as well, not just his girlfriend.

My first vibe from him was confusing, but spending time with him and seeing his reactions made it clear that my first instinct of jealousy was needless.

We stand at the bar, beers in hand, while the girls chat with friends a few steps away.

Sarah walks toward me and shows two fingers on both hands.

“Was that some kind of sign language I should understand?” I ask her and raise one of my eyebrows.

“That was a sign for the bartender,” she replies with a mischievous smile.

“Oh, I see.” I look behind me as the guy pours drinks.

“Maybe I drink too much here if the bartender knows what I want from the other side of the room.” She laughs, but my only thought is that the bar is full of people,