I’m coming out of the stall to wash my hands when in walks Clara. How the heck do these girls time this? Is there a secret mean girl handbook on how to make an entrance into a bathroom when your target goes to take a pee?
He takes my hand and we make our way back to the table. On our way, I see the girl from the bar at the table next to ours and she is shooting me a death glare that would startle many but I live with a 7-year-old and I survived two rounds of terrible threes she has nothing on a toddler tantrum.
She may be 25 but her soul is easily 32 and is a perfect patch for mine.
“He kissed you?!” She squeals.
“Yes.” I’m pretty sure I’m blushing.
“Well, how was it?!”
I hesitate how do you describe a kiss like that? Oh, I know.
“Best kiss of my life. I’m in so much trouble.”