Walk Out In Style

ZIRA

“I know the cocktails are amazing, but damn, Zira, they’re not that good,” Hunter laughed while pulling me back against him.

I laughed faintly while ordering a seltzer. “And here I thought you were trying to have another go at me.”

Hunter laughed and spun me around, which made me even dizzier. I crashed against his chest, laughing and trying to regain my footing.

“Stop that, you big oaf.” I pushed against his chest. “You’re going to make me throw up all over this dress.”

“Ah, yes! The dress. Nice color. It reminds me of something, or maybe it’s someone,” Hunter said suggestively.

I cocked an eyebrow in his direction. I knew exactly what he was suggesting. Maybe he was right. I last caught Isaiah’s eye earlier in the day, which was good, right? I looked over at Isaiah, who was being babied by his mom, who was trying to fix his hair. Why was I even trying? Stupid, stupid. I sighed and turned around, fiddling with the choker he gave me. I hope to find someone else to o