Mostly because it’s embarrassing but also because every once in a while she sneaks a glance over at me to see if I’m watching and then she stops for about five seconds. I’m making her feel bad for having a massive, over-sized insta-crush on a drummer, and that’s just not cool. What’s the worst that could happen, anyway? A one-night stand in a country she no longer wants to call home with a hot guy who has magic in his hands? Yeah. I’m not getting in the way of that. That’s the kind of thing that gets your BFF card revoked, and that’s the most valuable card in my wallet. Leaving the bar without Erin or her drummer boy seeing me is about as easy as you’d imagine. The two were oblivious, but as far as they’re concerned, I was probably there one second, gone the next. This town is too small for anything bad to happen in it, but Erin will forget that when she can’t find me. I stop off and tell the bartender where I’m going, just in case Erin freaks.
