262 No Third Wheel

(Winona)

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” Lisa asks, her hand lingering on my arm as we step outside the club before she leaves.

I laugh, pushing her gently. “I’ll be fine. Go! You’ve got your boy waiting, and I’m not about to be a third wheel.”

“I don’t want to cock block you either. You got this.”

She gives me a once-over, probably trying to gauge how drunk I am, but I’m not wasted.

I’ve had enough to loosen up, sure, but I know exactly what I’m doing.

“Okay, but seriously, don’t overthink this. Just have fun tonight. You deserve it.”

“I am having fun,” I say with a grin. “Trust me.”

Lisa gives me a wink before heading off, her hand sliding into the guy’s who’s she’s been seeing lately. She leans in to whisper something to him, and they both laugh as they head in the opposite direction toward another club.

I watch them go for a second, feeling a weird mix of envy and excitement. She’s got it easy, no emotional baggage tied to anyone. But tonight, I’m ditching the emotional bag