Everything about tonight has been wonderful. Luke's friends—Sebastian, Asher, and Kofi—have mostly been nice. Kofi’s the loudest and more free-spirited one. Sebastian’s the father of the group, while Asher's like the middle child. I can see why they're friends with Luke. Other than the fact that they went to the same college, they are mostly alike. Sharing inside jokes. Completing each other's sentences. And asking me the same questions a million times.
“Are you sure you don't want alcohol, Julie?” Asher says. “Seems really weird that we're all taking shots and you're on your fourth glass of that thing.” He points at my glass.
It's a virgin mojito.
“No, thank you, Asher,” I say. “I still have a long night ahead. Need to stay sharp.”
They all take my meaning and laugh, except Luke who's
