As I wait for Laura Taylor to return with our coffees, my gaze is habitually trained towards the bar. And there’s Reid, standing in the doorway, talking to some girl, up close enough to look flirty. What the hell.
As I wait for Laura Taylor to return with our coffees, my gaze is habitually trained towards the bar. And there’s Reid, standing in the doorway, talking to some girl, up close enough to look flirty. What the hell.