“I’m not really feeling it”. I chewed the inside of my cheek. “I’m sorry”.

“Do you want to go home?”.

I shook my head.

“Are you sure?”.

“Maybe a shot will help”. I grinned.

“Coming right up”. She winked.

I felt terrible. This was my idea, I dragged Alanna out and I was the one who wanted to go home. I couldn’t shake this funk of a mood I was in. As much as I thought coming here was a good idea, it really wasn’t.

Things had changed. It wasn’t like old ...