We didn’t have to, but he said it would help him out a lot. We agreed even though it was slow. Katie, one of the waitresses at the club, arrived for her shift around four. She approached me, grabbing my arm to pull me aside. Her short, blonde, sassy hair bobbed as she gestured. “Oh my god, girl. Dylan has got a thing for you.” “What do you mean?” Why would she say that? “The other night at Brad’s house, he was asking questions about you all night. Barbara was so pissed. She was all over him, and he wouldn’t have anything to do with her. You know how girls always come onto him? He ignored all of them and kept asking, ‘Do you think Nicole will show up?’ And yesterday, when you didn’t come to work, you should have seen him. The guys were teasing him about it. He could have had any girl, and all he did was talk about you. You have to stop being so picky and get you some. He is hot.” “It doesn’t make much sense to me. He’ll be leaving soon. The band’s only staying for one more month,”
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