“Oh come on,” Eloise complained, stomping her foot for dramatic effect, “I wanna see.” “Excuse me,” you protested, “But it’s my birthday and I don’t want to go into where I work.” Eloise flipped her long blond hair over her shoulder. “But I want to meet Tall, Dark and Sexy,” she said, pouting slightly. You rolled your eyes. Telling her about Loki had definitely been a bad idea. Eloise was a man-eater, plain and simple and you didn’t dare introduce them. Eloise would chew him up and spit him out, just like she did with every other guy she laid eyes on. Slowly, the other girls began to voice their agreement with Eloise. They all wanted to see him. You’d been babbling about Loki to them since you’d met him. He’d been kind, always making sure you were okay (there had been no repeats of your first meeting), even flirting a little. Sometimes you worked together, sometimes you finished as he started his shift. But any chance he got, he seemed to go out of his way to brush up against you, his hands grazing your hips. It had sparked hot, fuzzy feelings on your skin (and between your legs). His beautiful green eyes always crinkled when he smiled, a smile that made your legs to jelly. He flirted constantly, sometimes trailing his fingers down your bare arms. He filled your every waking thought and had even appeared in a few dreams recently. It was a little frightening actually. It was like he was taking over your life.
“C’mon, Alex,” said Josie, another of your friends, “Please, can we just take a quick look at him?” You groaned. “Fine!” you gave in, throwing your hands in the air. The girls whooped and headed towards the front doors of Breakout. You followed. So far, for your twenty-fifth birthday, you’d been into three bars, all of them Eloise’s choice. They’d convinced you to come out when all you wanted to do was stay in and daydream about Loki. It would have been perfect to invite him over too. Your mom was out of town and you had the whole house to yourself. You followed the girls through the door. The bar was packed. Mac was storming around behind the bar, almost sending two of the bartenders flying. But there was no sign of Loki.