“Abby...” I let out a sigh.
“I’m sorry, I should go.” Abby looked down at the ground as she ran back towards the door.
“This place really needs more bouncers.” I sighed angrily. “Are you still that pissed off at me? It’s been what, two years?”
“That’s the problem, Mr. Mistake—you’re unforgettable. Now that she’s gone, why don’t you take me home and I can make that mistake again.” Veronica walked closer and took my hand as the crowd finally stopped staring.
“We’ve had this talk before. It’s not happening.” I turned and motioned towards my driver who was waiting on the other side of the street.
He did a u-turn out of his parking space and pulled up to the curb. I climbed into the passenger door and slammed it shut, watching Veronica stomp her high heel before she walked back towards the line.
Veronica was a bit of an anomaly. I thought she was a sweet, innocent young woman when I first met her, but she turned out to be a freak. It was a fun night but it was never going to be forever. Veronica seemed to have other ideas and she stalked me for a bit, posting shit about me on social media. She coined the term, Mr. Mistake, and even used it as a hashtag for some of her friends. Occasionally, I would run into her and she would try to get me to take her home. It was the first time she had ruined a date for me, and I was angry I had to go home alone because of her interference.