“Well, we can go in and see if he’s here. What does he look like?”

“Tall, dark, and handsome.” She laughs then pulls out her phone and clicks away before showing Leah his photo on the screen.

“Oh, he is hot.” Leah grins and I nod my agreement because the guy is good looking with dark hair and that whole clean cut but still edgy look.

“Right.” She tucks her phone in her bag. “Well, I guess we can go in and if he can’t find me, he’ll call.”

After showing the bouncer at the door our ID’s we walk into the bar that is, not surprisingly, packed full of people. Not only are there tons of men and women but there are three separate groups of girls who are all dressed similar, who I have no doubt are here for a bachelorette party. This is only the first floor, so I’m sure there are more on the other two levels.

“Oh my god, he’s here.” Carly spins around to face us. “Do I look okay?”

“You look awesome.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I laugh, grabbing her hands. “Do you want us to go over with you?”

“Umm, I don’t know.” She glances over her shoulder quickly. “I think I should probably go alone at first, don’t you?”

“That would probably be good.” I squeeze her hands. “You got this, and we are here if you need us.”

“Thank you so much.” She gives us both a goofy smile, then spins around and starts walking across the bar. It doesn’t take the guy long at all to notice her, then again, a lot of other men in the room stop to watch her as well.

“All right so what do you say you and I get a drink.” I suggest to Leah when Carly’s date gets up to greet her with a smile and a sweet kiss to her cheek.

“Yes, please.” We head to the bar and after we both have the vodka sodas we ordered, we start to head for a standing table but stop when Carly waves us to come over to where she is.

“Girls, this is Matthew.” She tips her head back to smile up at him. “Matthew, this is my co-worker and friend, Willow, and her roommate Leah.”

“Nice to meet you both.” He holds out his hand for each of us to take and I’m honestly a little disappointed by how weak his grip is. I mean I know that’s stupid but working in the banking industry I’ve found that men who have strong, firm handshakes tend to be more sure of the things they want in life and in relationships. And men whose handshakes are weak tend to be wishy-washy about everything.

“You, too.” I take a sip of my drink.

“So, you work in banking as well?” He takes a seat and pulls Carly to stand between his legs, which seems really intimate when he’s just met her. Then again, she doesn’t seem to mind at all, judging by the contended smile on her face.