Seeing Her Again

Christopher

Leila grinned. “I’d be happy to let you buy me a drink. I think we’re safe here. This doesn’t exactly seem like a college kid hangout.”

I scanned the half-full bar and had to agree. It was mostly an older, more mature crowd. People like me, that had every intention of being home in bed by ten.

“Then that’s a good thing. What’ll you have?”

“Long Island,” she announced proudly.

“Stout drink,” I commented.

The bartender left to make the drink. “I don’t get out very often. I want to live it up.”

“All right then, I can get on board with that.”

After the bartender gave Leila her drink, we clinked our glasses together and both took long drinks. “What did you do for Christmas?” she asked.

“I went back to Minnesota.”

“What? Really?”

I nodded. “Yep. I wanted to see some snow. I saw it and then I hopped on a plane and came right back.”

“Do you have family there?”

I shook my head. “No. I have a house there.”

“Oh, wow.”

I ordered myself another drink. “You?”

“I stayed home and then wen