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“Margaritas…”
“Bad idea. I talk too much when I’ve had margaritas.” I pressed my lips together. I hoped that wasn’t a general tequila thing. Oh God, it probably was. But the bottom of my glass meant I had already committed to a night of tequila. And who cared if I had loose lips around J.J.? I had been myself around him since the start and he liked me enough to date me.
“Good to know,” he said. “That sounds like the perfect drink for you.” He waved at the bartender.
“No,” I said with a laugh and grabbed his arm. “What else has tequila?”
“Mojitos.”
“Oh perfect. Unless…what’s in a piña colada?”
He laughed. “That would be rum.”
“Ah. I’ll just have a mojito then.”
I’m pretty sure whenever I tasted tequila from now on I’d think of him.
Those Summer Nights - Chapter 24
Saturday
Our fancy date was amazing. We sampled cocktails and talked about everything from what sports he played as a kid to what my favorite book was. But a night out on the town wasn’t really us. It made sense that we wound up on the beach, albeit a little tipsier than usual. My high heels dangled from my hand and he’d rolled his pants up so they wouldn’t get wet.
“The stars are so bright tonight,” I said and spun in a circle. It was hard not to spin in this dress. The skirt lifted in that perfect way. And I felt so giddy and light tonight.
“Beautiful.”
I looked over at him. But he wasn’t looking at the stars. He was staring at me. “You’re cheesy,” I said. But I didn’t really mean it. His compliment had me smiling so big.
“That doesn’t mean you aren’t beautiful.” He tucked me into his side like I had always belonged there.
“Christmas or Easter?” I asked. We’d been asking each other silly questions like that all night.
“Christmas. The Easter Bunny always used to freak me out.”
“Me too! What kind of creep hides out in a bunny costume and lets children sit on his lap? Talk about furries combined with pedophilia.”
“Maybe the same creep that dresses up as Santa,” J.J. said with a laugh. “Minus the furries thing.”
“Huh. I never thought of that before.” I wondered if it was the same guy that played both at the mall near my mom’s house. It was hard to tell if they were even a similar height because of the big floppy ears and everything.
“I have an idea,” he said and looked down at me. “Maybe we can use this game to help you choose a major.”
I stared at him skeptically. “Or we can just keep staring at the ocean.” I pulled him to a stop and looked out as far as I could see. The water blended with the dark blue sky in the distance. Suddenly I felt so small. Like my major barely mattered. That it didn’t have to be the hardest decision in the world. It was just a small choice in the grand scheme of things. But…my mind was still blank. I didn’t have a clue what I wanted to be when I grew up, which was starting to get tedious because I was already an adult.
“Accounting or finance?” he asked.
“Umm…”Just choose. Flip a coin. Leave it to fate.
“Marketing or econ?”
“Ugh neither.”
“Philosophy or sociology?”
“No.”
“Political science or whatever a teaching degree is?”
