“You ok there?” Darcy asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Uh… yeah, I’m fine. It’s just sometimes life catches up to me and it takes me a moment to process it,” I said, not ready to talk about the guys. How do I explain I might have feelings for all three of them?

She gave me a woeful expression. “Is it too soon for this? You know, us going out?”

“Oh no, girl, I’m so ready for this. I definitely need a night where I can dance my ass off and just let loose for a moment.” Relaxing, I smiled at her. “I’ve been mourning for nine months, and I just need a moment to help me forget, even if it’s only for a few songs.”

She returned my smiled, looking a little relieved. “Ok girl, let’s go dance our asses off.”

We spent the next hour singing to Britney Spears and almost every pop artist from the two thousands while we pregamed it with little shot bottles Darcy brought. By the time we arrived at Misfits, I was feeling relaxed and ready to dance.

It was still early, but when we turned the corner to the front of the club, a line was already forming, wrapping around the front of the building.

“Shit,” she said as we stopped behind a couple and she looked around at the line up to the door, “I figured since we were early, we wouldn’t have run into this.”

“You said it was new, right?” I asked, seeing at least thirty people were in line and it looked like no one was getting in.

“Yeah, it just opened.” Darcy looked bummed out. “I hope we aren’t too late. I knew it was going to be busy because the city hasn’t had a new club in years. We are all starved for something new.”

I laughed because that made sense. If I lived in a small town, I would feel the same way after a while. “I’m sure they are just building the hype, so they have a better turnout. You know, exclusivity.”

“Darcy?” a deep voice brought our attention to a very attractive man. Tall, broad, and he looked like Henry Golding. He wore a navy suit with a black v-neck underneath and black converse.

“Evan,” Darcy said in a breathy voice.

“How are you?” He asked, looking shy and unsure of himself, which made him even more handsome.

“I… I’m good. Yeah, I’m good,” she looked nervous.

“That’s good to hear. You look good, really good Darce.” He glanced at her body appreciatively.

Darcy’s cheeks flushed pink, and she bit her bottom lip. I couldn’t help but enjoy this entire interaction, grateful that I wasn’t the only one who reacted to men by blushing all the time.