by L. P. Dover
She lifted a shoulder in a half-shrug as she pushed her food away. She’d hardly eaten any of it—typical. “He has free food and beer. Plus, he’s a great singer when he gets drunk enough.”
I nodded in concession. He really was a good singer, and if I was being honest, he wasn’t a bad guy. I just despised frat boys in general…which was a problem since Brynn spent so much time with so many of them. Brynn’s phone vibrated and she glanced at the screen. “I have a meeting to go to, but I’ll see you at the house later?”
“Sure.”
The phone vibrated again. She grinned as she read the text and quickly replied, her fingers flying over the screen.
I eyed her skeptically. “You’re not going to a meeting. You’re going to hook up with someone.”
She flashed a sly smile as she slid her phone into her back pocket and stood. “Well, it could be considered a research meeting. I do have a Master’s thesis idea I need to gather information for. I’ll have to start carrying a notebook, and make a chart.”
I shook my head, a little jealous of her spontaneity, and wishing I was a bit more fun as opposed to focused. “Let’s hope you find more than a cocktail weenie, then.”
She gave me an evil smile and lifted her hand with her index and middle finger crossed as she walked away. I took a sip of coffee, thinking about the current state of my non-social life, and then pushed it to the back of my mind so I could review my notes one more time.