rl wearing a skirt and a dressy blouse trailing after him. At first, I thought it was just a random girl walking into the bar but then, she turned her shy face up to him and smiled weakly, like she was nervous. I could tell she felt out of place almost instantly, and she looked out of place.
Dawson peeked down at me, his expression matching mine. “I guess he won’t be needing that Tinder account after all…”
Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards our friends, shooting me a heated look that meant we would definitely be leaving early.
The End