As soon as Leila knew they were coming, she lost courage and high-tailed it to the ladies’ room alone, telling us she needed a minute to breathe and fix her face. I know the men won’t take long to get here. Knowing Jake, they are probably camped out on the bar's doorstep. He’s probably wearing out a hole in the pavement from frantic pacing.

Sarah and I sip our drinks, watching the scenery, chatting non-descriptively in the few minutes it takes that sexy six-foot-two Adonis to ...