"Pierce, can you be my date this coming Saturday?" she randomly said.

I stopped my back and forth walk and turned to look at him.

"Carlyn, this is not the time to joke around—"

"I'm serious, Pierce. That bartender is my cousin. Mother's side. He just came home last week from the province. So I was there earlier because I took my order from him for my project. Now if you're asking me We just had a deal earlier. He doesn't want to pay me money for what I ordered. Instead, he wants me to see me date a guy once. Whoever defends me in he insulted me that time,...