Milkrun. Sarah Mlynowski

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      I order two Lemon Drops and try to keep my eyes leveled on the busty waitress’s face. I love this shot—first you lick a sugar-covered lemon, then you shoot the vodka, and finally you suck the lemon. Very fun. It’s like buying a bingo lottery ticket; it not only serves its purpose, but doubles as an activity. “Ready?” I ask.

      “Cheers,” says Natalie.

      Yay! I’m going to get drunk! I’m going to have fun! I’m already having fun. I’m having so much fun, I’ve practically forgotten about the jerk.

      Natalie reaches into her bag and takes out her calorie notebook. I’m surprised she didn’t ask for Sweet’N Low for her lemon. “Look, there’s Andrew Mackenzie!” she says, pointing across the room and waving.

      Please, please tell me, how am I supposed to forget about Jeremy when his Penn buddies are all over the place? Particularly the one who practically fixed us up.

      Andrew waves back and pushes his way toward us.

      “I was hoping to run into you, hon,” Natalie says. “I heard you were in town. We were just talking about you.”

      We were?

      “What were you saying?” he says, kissing her lightly on the cheek.

      What were we saying?

      “Just how sexy you are,” she says, wrapping her arms around his neck.

      Natalie is a terrific flirt. She may not know which way is north, but she can certainly find her way around the male species. She’s not exactly the queen of originality, though. Who uses a line like “just how sexy you are”? But usually these guys just lap up anything good ol’ Nat has to offer. And at this moment I’m not sure what her sudden interest in Andrew is all about, because I tried to set her up with him about a gazillion times so that Jer and I would have someone to double with. Correction: could have had someone to double with. Anyway, Andrew had been all for it, not that this was much of a surprise—what guy wouldn’t be interested in Nat? But she claimed he wasn’t her type. Too nice, she said.

      “Jackie!” he says, untangling himself from Natalie’s arms. “I didn’t know you were in Boston.”

      Oh, God, oh, God. That means that Jer doesn’t talk about me to his friends! Apparently I’m so insignificant in his life that I don’t even merit being mentioned. Jackass.

      Or maybe Andrew and Jer aren’t even talking anymore. Yes. I like that possibility better. They are so not talking anymore.

      Andrew even kind of looks like Jer. Well, not really. They’re both pretty tall (I know, I know, everyone is tall next to me). Yeah, that’s pretty much it. Jer is more Ethan-Hawke-hot, scruffy-sexy (he even had that goatee thing going for a bit) whereas Andrew is more clean-cut, boy-next-door cute. Jeremy’s hair is light brown and Andrew is a redhead. Not redred, but blond with red highlights. Real ones though, not chemical dirty blond streaks like mine. And Andrew’s eyes are brown. They’re a nice brown, though, like dark chocolate, but they’re not Jeremy’s big baby blues. Okay fine, Andrew looks nothing like Jer, but they used to hang out, so he reminds me of him, okay?

      “I got a job here,” I answer.

      “Where? When did you move?”

      “Cupid’s. A few months ago.”

      “Really? Are you writing?”

      “No. Editing.”

      “Good for you. Have you met Fabio?”

      I’m not sure why everyone asks me this question whenever I mention I work for Cupid.

      “No, I haven’t met Fabio. I don’t deal with the covers that much. What have you been up to?”

      “I was working in New York the past couple of years and now I’m doing my MBA.”

      “Really? Where?”

      “Harvard,” he says, trying to hide his smile in a I-love-beingable-to-say-I-go-to-Harvard-but-I-don’t-want-to-sound-like-a-show-off kind of way.

      Aha. This explains Natalie’s sudden interest.

      “That’s fantastic,” I tell him.

      “It’s quite incredible, Andy,” Natalie coos, placing her hand on his shoulder. Andy? Since when is he Andy?

      “Thanks,” he says. “Do you girls want a drink?”

      Natalie’s attention is already distracted. Some tall guy in an Armani suit is beckoning from across the bar. “I’ll be back in a minute, ’kay?” And off she goes.

      “Sounds like a plan,” I say. We push our way back to the bar. I wonder if I should ask him about Jeremy. No, bad plan. Even though I’m absolutely convinced the two aren’t talking to each other anymore, what if he tells Jer I asked about him, and I look completely pathetic?

      Ms. Cleavage asks Andrew what we want. His eyes flick to her exposed flesh and then back to me. “What’s your drink of choice?”

      I will not ask about Jeremy. I will not ask about Jeremy. I will not even mention Jeremy’s name. “How about Lemon Drops?”

      “The lady has decided,” he says, placing his plastic on the counter.

      Lady? “How much?” I ask.

      “My treat.”

      “Thanks.” Sounds good to me.

      “Ready?”

      “But of course.”

      Sugar…vodka…lemon…mmm.

      “Ready?” he asks again.

      “Yup.”

      Sugar…vodka…lemon…mmm.

      He motions to two empty seats along the bar.

      I will not ask if he’s heard from Jeremy. I will not ask if he’s heard from Jeremy. I will not ask if he’s heard from Jeremy.

      We sit down.

      “So what’s new with you?” he says.

      “Not much,” I answer. “Have you heard from Jeremy?” Damn.

      “No, not since he left for Thailand. You guys still together?”

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