Layla

The night only continued to get better. We danced, talked and laughed the whole night. The guy with the button-up shirt sent me a few more drinks, which only made Daniel angrier. He kept an eye on me, and though he tried to shrug Ingrid off, she followed him around like a lost puppy, which, yes, bothered me too.

It shouldn't bother me, though. Right? We are just friends, and there is nothing between us, and there never will.

So why am I bothered?

I was getting ...