We hadn’t planned anything extravagant that evening—just a casual beer and a meal at one of Sam’s favorite spots. Neither of us felt like cooking, and since he frequented the place with his friends, it felt like an easy, no-fuss choice.
“Molly, let’s just go out tonight,” Sam suggested. “I don’t want to cook, and you’ve been lounging on the couch, so I know you don’t either.”
I chuckled. “You caught me. It’s been such a long, chaotic day at work. The restructuring has everyone on edge. I’m absolutely drained.”
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“Exactly! Let’s grab some food, have a beer, and maybe even dance a little,” he said, grinning.
“Alright, but I’ve got this,” I replied. “Dinner’s on me tonight.”
Sam smiled, giving my knee a quick squeeze as he drove. “Thanks, babe. Oh, by the way, Skye’s the new bartender working Thursdays. She’s just starting out, so we should leave her a good tip. Don’t want to look cheap, especially since I’m here so often.”
