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“I knew he would. They all do, sooner or later,” she said dryly. “It just sucks. He was cool until he turned into a douche.”

I laughed. “That’s funny. Cool until he turned into a douche.”

“They all turn into a douche,” she said. “It’s just a matter of time.”

“Not Adam,” I said. “He’s as good as it gets.”

“I need a biker,” she said. “One like him.”

“All his friends are taken,” I said. “Sorry.”

She shrugged. “Figures.”

“Have to work tonight?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I think I’m going to quit.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. “What?”

“Yeah.” She twirled her hair with her finger. “If my life’s going to get better, it’s not going to happen from me working there.”

I knew how much she loved dancing, and it made me sad to think she was going to quit. “That sucks, though.”

She twisted her mouth to the side. “I dunno.”

“Coming up behind you,” she said with a nod.

“What?”

I spun around. “Oh. Hey.”

Adam kissed me and then sat down. “What’s up, Sandy?”

“Not much,” she whined jokingly.

He chuckled. “Sad much.”

“Her and douchebag broke up,” I said.

“Oh.” He looked at Sandy. “Sorry.”

“If any of your friends are single, let me know,” she said. “But only if they. You know…”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. What?”

“If they’re like you.”

“Handsome and kind?” he asked in a sarcastic tone

She let out a sigh. “Kind of wild, and, well, hung.”

He looked at me, then at her, and then looked at me again. “What? You guys talk about that stuff?”

I finished my beer, and then nodded. “All the time.”

He laughed. “I thought only guys did that shit.”

I shook my head. “Nope. We talk about sex all the time.”