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“Hey Eva. Blonde, five o’clock,” he says, interrupting my thoughts.
Looking that way, I check her out. She’s alright, he could do better, but I’m not going to say that at this point. She’s got a man with her and he looks about ready to claw out of his skin. You can tell by their posture and interaction that they're just friends. He doesn’t want to be here, so this should be easy. For him anyway.
“Okay, let’s do this,” I say, finishing my drink.
I walk over and smile at the guy with short, dark hair before stopping by the table. “Hey, I’m Eva. I’m a little drunk so excuse my bluntness, but I just couldn’t stop looking at you,” I say, flipping my hair.
“His name is Trevor,” the blonde girl says, elbowing him.
“Hey,” is all he says. Great, this is going to be a shit storm.
“Sorry, he’s a little shy. Have a seat,” she says. As I sit, she holds her hand out to me, “I’m Sara.”
“Nice to meet you both. So, Trevor what do you do?” I say, trying to get his attention.
“I’m a cop,” he says.
A cop. A shy cop? I don’t buy it. Something isn’t right here. “Oh that’s an exciting job. What precinct?”
“Eva? Hey what’s going on?” Brett says.
“Brett, holy shit. How are you? Come sit down,” I rush out.
A half hour later, Brett is walking out with Sara. My stomach tightens and my anger resurfaces.
“I’m crazy about her and she just doesn’t see it,” Trevor says.
Turning toward him, I tilt my head. “What?”
“Sara. I’m crazy about her and she has no interest in me. She’s always ready to rush off with anyone who gives her the time of day. No offense to your friend, but come on. The way you were flirting with him and the pain on your face when they walked out the door...you feel the same,” he says, tipping back his beer.
What? “No, I don’t.”
“Yeah, you’ll only be able to convince yourself of that for so long. Believe me. But the jealousy you felt when he walked out of here. That’s just going to get worse.”
Jealousy? Holy shit. He’s right, I felt jealous.
