So I did.
"The truth is," I said softly, swirling my wine, "I don't know why I haven't dated anyone."
Because that was the truth. I hadn't dated. Not really.
There was Caesar. That was sex and it only happened once.
Not a relationship. Not love. I had never had a real boyfriend.
Before him, there were a few dates. A few awkward conversations. But it never became anything.
Never got physical. Never got deep.
It was strange to say it out loud. But it was freeing, too.
Leanna didn't press. She just watched me for a moment—like she understood something I hadn't even said.
And then, just like that, she announced,
"It's time to go dancing."bThe mood shifted instantly.
She flagged down the waiter, tossing her card before I could even reach for mine.
"Nope," she said, grinning as she stood. "This one's on me."
She grabbed my hand with that same bright energy from college, pulling me up.
