Pressure

Evie

Nelle was scowling at something behind me. I turned around to see what had her encouraging premature wrinkling. “Will you stop?” I scolded.

“I can’t help it,” she muttered.

“Yes, you can. This is why I didn’t want to come here. You are going to be picking apart that poor bartender all night. Give him a break.”

“He sucks,” she said. “No wonder he doesn’t make any tips. I wouldn’t tip him a penny.”

I sighed, sipping on the drink that really wasn’t all that good, but I was not about to tell her that. “If it wasn’t for him, you would never have a day off. He is a necessary evil.”

“Evil maybe, but I’m not sure how necessary it is.”

“Pay attention to me,” I demanded.

She finally looked at me. “You are a needy date.”

I laughed. “You have no idea just how needy I am.”

“Gross.”

I shrugged. “It’s true.”

“I guess that means you guys still haven’t managed to find some alone time this week?”

I groaned. “No. He had to go out of town to talk to someone about something that had something to do w