It’s that time again!
Friday: “No thank y-”
Saturday: “What’s a bin… bin… that thing you said before?”
Sunday: Nikki left the restaurant, pausing on the sidewalk.
Monday: Warm and crowded, the noise level in the Bowman’s Inn nearly broke her eardrums.
(I keep forgetting to come back and add in lines!)
Wednesday: Both bartenders filled out their black jeans and black Bowman’s Inn polo shirts, but where one had dark hair and darker eyes, the other looked like he just stepped out of a catalog – blond locks an even tan and-
Thursday: Nikki shrugged. “It is what it is, and it is no more.”
And that’s all she wrote! Well… this week anyway!