While she drank, they talked more.  He wasn’t entirely wrong.  She still didn’t know who he was, or what his name was.  He was not her type, but in a way, it made the decision easier. 

She tossed back the rest of her drink.

Jasmine: “Alright. Let’s go.”

Rowan: “Yep.”

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