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lit up in recognition. He was wearing a greasy black vest with The Wisecrack written on back. It was open in front, and his bald head gleamed under the dim light. “Hey! Middle Eastern Girl! I didn’t think I’d see you in here again. Figured the biker boys scared you off last time. Giving us another try?” he teased. He smiled, revealing gold teeth and kind eyes.
     
    Afia smiled good-naturedly. “I was, um, coerced into giving the bar another try. Let’s just say my friend here made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”
     
    He chuckled. “What you ladies drinkin’ tonight? Lemme see if I get this right. Coca-Cola for you, huh?”
     
    Afia flashed a thumbs up and gestured to Bionca. Her friend supplied, “I’ll have a vodka shot with a splash of grenadine.”
     
    “You got it!” Bub ambled back to the bar.
     
    Bionca swayed to the music, getting into the groove. She was glad she had come out and doubly glad she had convinced Afia to come out with her. Her sparkling eyes roamed over the bar looking for familiar faces. Bionca crossed her hands on top of the table and turned her gaze back to study her best friend. “Feeling anxious? Loosen up, darling. You know the rules. We give it a half hour, and if you absolutely hate it, we leave.”
     
    “You know I’m anxious. You’re a horrible, horrible friend,” Afia fired back with a grin. “Thank you for getting me out of the house, but you should never have brought me back here. Of all the places, Bionca! I mean, come on! There are too many memories.”
     
    “Cause you’re not over him! Afia, I know you’re not. It’s obvious as fuck. He was good for you. You liked him. He liked you.”
     
    “And, we didn’t work out. You’re meddling with people’s lives here, friend.” Afia frowned gently and placed her hand on top of Bionca’s.
     
    Bionca shrugged ruefully. “I thought maybe if I brought you here, it would spark something. Maybe get you to at least give him a call. Think about it, Afia. You got closure. You instituted the closing of the chapter by opting not to talk to him again, but what about Sam? Don’t you think he deserves a chance to at least hear why you can’t be together? It’s only right. You basically just dropped off the face of the earth to him. Who does that?”
     
    Bub came back over with their drinks, and Afia reached into her clutch to pay him. Handing off the money absently, she kept her eyes on Bionca, addressing her, “I’m pretty sure he got the point. He knows my brother saw us, and he knew my family would have a problem with us dating. He probably put two and two together.”
     
    “I did,” he murmured.
     
    Bionca finally moved her gaze from Afia’s face, having kept it there the minute she saw Sam approaching the table out of her periphery vision. Afia felt her breath hitch in her chest at the familiar voice. It raised goosebumps along her skin and sent her heartbeat spiraling out of control. Hairs on the back of her neck stood up in awareness. Her nipples even tightened in response. She looked down at her hand where the money she was holding out for Bub to take was still dangling, and her eyes slowly rose up to her ex-boyfriend’s face. He had already gestured for Bub to put it on his tab.
     
    Sam casually rested his elbow on the table and leaned across the table between the women, staring Afia in the eyes.   “I put two and two together, and it still didn’t make any sense to me, but I accepted it because I didn’t have any choice.”
     
    “Um, do you hear that? Yeah, Afia, I think the dance floor just called me,” Bionca said, popping her head over Sam’s shoulder to wave goodbye to the hapless Afia. Afia’s eyes widened, and she gestured for Bionca to stay, but her bestie shot off and disappeared in the midst of dancing bodies. Afia dropped her face into her hand, shaking her head.
     
    “Why does this feel like a conspiracy?” she muttered into her palm. When she looked back up, Sam wore a