My Next Door Neighbor
They crossed the street to a small, rustic-looking bar called Benny’s.
It seemed like most of the town’s population, who was above the drinking age, was already there. Yet again, Trent’s thoughts turned to his neighbor. Would she be there tonight? Then he remembered her friends seemed to take her to other bars then couldn’t help a silent, dry laugh. It seemed the lack of privacy between them went both ways now.
Trent and the others took one of the last empty tables and ordered their drinks when Brad asked, “So, how’s the house coming along?”