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Lydia looked Sure enough, a brown haired man watched her As soon as they made eye contact, he smiled and held up his drink “Want one?” he mouthed

He was attractive enough, if you were into that totally-hot-in-a-uy Which every woo over there Didn’t want a drink from him “He’s cute,” she said noncommittally

“Cute?” Gianna rolled her eyes “He’s beyond cute He’s perfect Go over there”

“But—”

“We’re not here to ignore cute boys We’re supposed to be having fun Forgetting all about responsibilities and job offers So stop thinking” She pushed Lydia forward “And go”

Lydia stu over her shoulder at her friend as she went When she reached the guy’s side, she smiled at hiht And his hair was too light And he didn’t have g

lasses on

“Whatcha drinking, baby?” the guy asked

She flinched That’s what Holt had called her that night she’d gone houy, it felt lazy “Cranberry vodka, please”

He turned to the bartender and ordered the drinks As he did so, she scanned the crowd for Gianna She was off chatting to sonize Just as she started to sweep her gaze back toward her drink partner…she saw him Holt sat four seats down, next to some blonde chick who easily could have been Barbie

And froo ho, she tossed her head back and laughed hysterically

No one was that funny Not even Holt

He watched the other woman, his lids lowered and his expression bored He looked as if he’d rather be anywhere but here OrBecause seeing hih on her list of things she didn’t want to do Or see

“Here you go,” the guy next to her said

She forced herself to look away from Holt, whose attention had dipped even lower on Barbie’s body, and shly i cool “Thanks What’s your name?”