CYNTHIA's P O V

‘‘I… I don’t know yet. I’m going to choose when we get to the bar…’’ I remarked with a naive grin on my face.

He finally forced his eyes to look away from my body, even though it appeared that he was only looking at me for a maximum of two seconds, and he looked back up. ‘‘I'm not going there, but if you need me to be there with you, I'll go with you…’’

‘‘Oh… Where are you going?’’

He pointed in the direction of the ...