It’s worth a shot and the only place where I think he might be. So this is what it feels like to do something for me, I think to myself. I’ve never done something this crazy before. Every decision I’ve ever made in my life has been about other people. Soon the bar comes into view, but once I’m standing next to it, it’s clear that Grayson isn’t around. Damn it. “Hi,” I say to the bartender. “I don’t suppose you happen to know where Grayson is?” “Grayson?” “Yeah. You know, the guy that works here. I was talking to him at the bar a couple of days ago.” “Works here?” the bartender laughs. “Oh, he doesn’t work here.” “Excuse me?” I ask, utterly confused. “He doesn’t work here,” the bartender repeats. My confident, living-in-the-moment and crazy buzz just fizzled out.
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