"So how’s my favorite blonde doing? I don’t remember getting a call explaining your hot date or anything. As your best friend I should be the first to know of these details." she said as she sat at one of the tables leaning back in her chair. Her hair was put into a ponytail today, it looked good. She always looked good. Melanie had zero problems in the lady department. Some might call her a slut, she called herself cursed with a gift.

"First off, I did call. You must of been otherwise occupied. Second it wasn’t so much a hot date but an alright one. She was really sweet, I think I may like her but it’s too early to tell" I replied leaning on the counter sipping my coffee.

"Please tell me you at least tapped that. Because that girl was gorgeous, and totally feeling that whole geeky, sexy thing you got going on" she questioned in the most serious tone, looking at me with hopeful eyes.

"If by tap, as you so kindly put it, you mean sex than no I did not ‘tap’ her. I unlike someone else in the room, am not a giant skank. I am seeing her again though" I responded with a smirk. Melanie and I were totally different people but we worked well together.

"I resent that Carlin. You may look innocent but I know better, don’t think I’ve forgotten about that bartender on your birthday. She didn’t even take you to dinner!" she stated triumphantly. I blushed immediately. I by no means was innocent but I was hoping she forgot about that incident.

"You know very well what tequila does to me. And in my defence she was hot and my first and only time I’ve done that, thank you very much" I say matter of fact. I was still a deep shade of red and I knew my teasing wasn’t over quite yet.

"If that`s the story you`re sticking to. But maybe that’s why you’re so tense all the time. You need more tequila in your life Spence, more bartenders. Or at the very least one hot photographer from the other night." she laughs as she stands and makes her way over to me.