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In style no less

“Are you really going to be my buddy?” she asked

“Do you want me to be?”

“I promised my doc I would be all in with this, so yes”

“All right Let me see you cell phone”

He typed his nu her number

“There you go You get into a tight spot, and need to talk, call me”

She nodded “Same for you”

He sht”

He waited as she unlocked her door and slid inside

“See you around, Estelle,” he said, tapping her hood as he walked over to his bike He got on and pulled out of the parking lot knowing the refined woman would never place a call

CHAPTER TWO

Estelle

I like bartending She studied the quick pour the teacher demonstrated and did her best to emulate the technique as she counted silently in her head The last thing she wanted to do was over pour and cut into the bar’s profits She’d watched enough Bar Rescue to know that was a huge no-no The highly addictive show had given her a crash course on what ood bartender in the real world School could only teach you so ht of inventing a “work personality” appealed to her Task completed, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at her accomplishment

She threw herself into the classes head first Recipes, ingredients, portion, and pours were logical They made sense She could wrap her brain around them At the end of the day she felt a sense of worth The class was full of people younger than her and friendly They had no clue who she was or what she’d been through Being anonymous rocked