My mind was trying to melt the fact that Jason was at the bar, where I was going with my friends, leaving me numb at my place.

“Tell me you are not going to hook up with the birthday boy?” Stacy followed my gaze.

“Why shouldn’t she? He seems nice,” Anna eyed their table.

“The rich prick in a blue shirt who is telling a story right now?” I shook my head to show her I would not even think it is possible to go out with Jason.

“No, no! The birthday guy is the one with the mustache. I find mustached men disgusting.” Stacy showed us her tongue in...