As we lingered over dinner, Peaches nudged me to exit the booth. "I need a trip to the girl's room. Wanna come?" She invited Sam.

"I'm fine. I've been nursing the same drink all night."

Peaches pouted then smiled. I slid out of the booth to let her exit and sat back down. As we watched Peaches bounce away, I turned to Samantha. "What do you see when you look at her? I mean, aside from the obvious."

"I like her. She brash. She's also open and nearly fearless. She's smart too. She sees connections. Connections that are there or ones that could be. Sprite looks like a vodka and...