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the floor.
    Brendan shakes his head, taken aback. He
looks my way and whispers, “Oooohoooo. Wow. Did you see that?” widening his eyes
like a cartoon.
    “I think you may have just met your match.”
    He doesn’t answer me… interesting. It looks
like he’s soaking in what happened, or thinking about it. Huh. Motioning to my
glass and bringing his own up, his brows crease his forehead up. “To meeting
new women.”
    I lift my glass up to tap his,
half-heartedly. We both drink a healthy sized gulp of the single malt, enjoying
the slow burn as it coats our throats. “Mmm. That’s good stuff,” I breathe,
looking at it as I turn the glass in my hand.
    “Or course it is. It’s Oban.” He looks down
to the counter and points to my phone, reading. “Hey. Looks like you got an
email from a Jessica.” He gives my shoulder a slap as I jerk to look at the
screen. “Things are looking up already!”
    My adrenaline explodes like someone punched
me in the chest. Sure enough, there’s Jessica’s name staring back from a
preview alert. I snatch the phone up, slide it open, and turn away from Brendan's
probing curiosity so that I can read it.
    Hi
Mark. I’m sure I’m the last person you want to hear from. I’ve been a real
idiot and I wanted to write and tell you I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything
that happened and I was wrong. Yep – you read that right. I was wrong.
Here’s the thing - you really helped me when we met, and that meant something
to me. But it wasn’t fair of me to try and hold you in that space forever.
Emotions aren’t logical sometimes, am I right?
    I hope
you can forgive me, and I hope you can forgive Nicole. I didn’t give her a
choice, and you might not understand how close my girlfriends and I are, but
we’re loyal to the end. That’s why she did what she did. It was my fault, not
hers. But I know her just as well as anyone does, and she really cares about
you. More than I should even be saying. Why am I saying it then? Because if
there’s a hesitation in your heart because of me, I want to rip it away and
give you guys my blessing.
    Again…
I’m sorry. This time I know I really was a total spaz. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
Really… so sorry.   Please forgive.
– Jessica
    P.S.
And if you could come back to New York as soon as you can, that would be great.
I’ll even let you slap me. Just kidding. Don’t.
    My head shoots up. I’m stunned.
    Brendan sets down his glass. “What’s up? You
look like you just crashed your car and won the fucking lottery at the same
time.”
    I shoot up, shoving my phone in my pocket
and getting my jacket from the hook under the bar. “I have to go.”
    Brendan watches me, surprised. “Hot girl
giving you a booty call?”
    Ramming my arms through the sleeves of my
jacket, I jerk the zipper up. “I’m going to New York.”
    “New York? Wait – what? I thought
you’re going there in a few days” His eyes register understanding as he
realizes what’s going on. “This is about that girl. But I thought her name was
Nicole, not Jessica.”
    I laugh, grab a couple twenties from my
wallet and throw them on the bar. “It is. Jessica’s her friend I slept with
before I met her. And she just gave me her blessing. Jessica. Not Nicole. I
have to go win her back.”
    Brendan’s jaw drops. “No shit? Way to fuckin’
go. And here I thought you’d lost your mojo.”
    Grinning, I pat him on the shoulder.
“Brendan. I love you, man. I’ll see you on the flip side.”
    He turns in his seat and calls after me,
“Good luck!”
    As I walk fast toward the door, I give a
wave to Annie. She looks from me quickly back to Brendan, making sure he’s
still there. Relieved, she waves to me. “Have a good night!” she calls.
    As I open the door and step out into San
Francisco, I can’t help but wonder if Annie might be enough woman to domesticate
my buddy, for good. Now wouldn’t that be something. But I’m not holding my
breath.