Back at the bar, Nate was starting to feel frustrated. “Where the fuck did she go?” he sloppily asked the bartender, whose name was Marcus.

“Oh, I see her in the line for the ladies’ room,” Marcus said, gesturing to the back.

Nate squinted, but couldn’t spot her. “Hmm, I guess I’ve had enough to drink, my vision isn’t very clear.”

“Don’t worry my friend. She’s fine. I am keeping an eye on her for you.”

Nate felt reassured. “Not that I’m jealous or anything.”

“Of course not, and no reason to be at all,” Marcus agreed, and Nate missed the hint of sarcasm in the bartender’s voice. “Here, one...