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many numbers she’s collected tonight. Audrey never gives out her number, she has guys give her theirs so she can pick. It rarely works out in her favor, but she feels like she has more control this way.
    I fold one arm around my body and feel like the weird kid at a high school dance as I take another gulp of my beer.
    Ezra’s grin is easy as he leans in closer and says, “You okay? You look like someone died.”
    His voice is light, joking, but he has no idea the effect his words have on me. My stomach drops to my knees and comes back with a roiling vengeance. The sting of tears prickle behind my eyes and I will them away as I do my best to school my face blank. Something must’ve shown through, though, because Ezra’s half-smile fades and he looks concerned.
    It’s that horrible moment just before he asks me what’s wrong. I hate this moment. Luckily, we’re spared by yet another guy in a knit cap hitting Ezra on the arm to divert his attention. I release the breath I’m holding.
    They trade barbs and typical party small talk that I don’t have to follow because I don’t recognize a single name they drop. It gives me enough time to collect myself.
    The new guy is a few inches taller than I am, broad at the shoulders, and growing a beard reminiscent of a dwarf out of a Tolkien novel. I watch his eyes settle on the beer in my hand and he looks pleased.
    “Nice choice,” he says. “How do you like it?”
    “It’s pretty good,” I say, glancing at Ezra out of the corner of my eye. “Honestly, I prefer the double IPA from Wreck City. They’re out of --”
    “Seattle, yeah. They’re good at what they do,” the guy says. He elbows Ezra. “You didn’t tell me this one knows her beer, dude.”
    This one? I wonder.
    Ezra rolls his eyes. “Mia, this is Leon. He owns Underweather Brewery on the river near the Saturday Market.” He slings an arm around Leon’s shoulder, slapping him on the back. “He’s incredibly easy to impress if you know anything about beer.”
    My eyebrows tick up. “You own Underweather? No shit?”
    “No shit,” he laughs.
    “I loved that limited edition grapefruit gose you did over the summer,” I say in a rush. “Ezra, why didn’t you tell me you had a superstar for a friend?” I ask and I’m only half-joking. Ezra laughs, spreading his palms to feign ignorance. “I mean, She Wants the D(ry Hops) is pretty good, but have you tried Underweather’s apricot sour?” This is totally dorky. I’m completely fangirling, but I can’t really stop myself. “It was a revelation.”
    “Truly a girl after my own heart,” Leon says.
    Before long, Leon and I are as engrossed in conversation about our favorite breweries and craft beers as Audrey and Duke are about music. With Ezra’s hand resting easily on my waist and the banter between the three of us quick and interesting, the party melts away. I feel light, present in a way I haven’t felt in months. For a few minutes, I almost forget that I’m the least interesting person under this roof.
    Then, out of the corner of my eye, I catch a streak of blue threading through a mane of rich brown hair and turn to see the most beautiful girl yet. Her kohl-rimmed eyes are hazel and bored, scanning the room like she’s seen it all a million times before. Her makeup is absolutely flawless, her long hair swept to one side to reveal the undercut beneath. The clothes she’s wearing look like they came straight off a runway, they’re so effortlessly stylish. She looks like she came straight off a runway.
    Like every other person at this party, she offers Ezra a smile, but I get the immediate impression that her smiles are only given out sparingly. Sure enough, as soon as Ezra says hello and gets my attention to introduce us, her mouth returns to its former disaffected pout.
    Ezra barely even notices. “Mia, this is Skylar. I totally thought she was skipping out tonight and you wouldn’t get the chance to meet.”
    I start to reach out my