After we sat down on high stools by a small table, my date asked me what I wanted. I knew the establishment had great 'prohibition-era cocktails,' but I preferred my liquor straight. When I told her I was in the mood for tequila, she ordered the priciest bottle. "Really? I was thinking a few shots... That bottle costs like triple what I spent on dinner."
"I know, but I'm overcompensating." Her grin was undeniably charming. "Cassidy, I'm the one who asked you out... Which means you shouldn't have paid for anything in the first place."
I chuckled. "That's kinda old-school, don't you think? If I—" Hearing my phone's text chime, I stopped talking. My eyes jumped to my purse. But I shook my head and looked at the brunette sitting across from me again. "What was I saying? Oh yeah, I—"
"Go on,
