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preferred the pizza crust over the toppings, so she would always save her crust for me and I’d trade her a neatly stacked pile of pepperoni.
    Things hadn’t changed much. If one of us had a broken heart, we would hold the other all night, as Anna did two weeks ago when I learned of Andrew’s recent engagement. I realized that Andrew actually did want to get married, he just didn’t want to marry me.
    Anna was my best friend, my sister, and my other half. She was my twin and we had shared not only our mother’s womb, but nearly every single life experience together, literally, since birth.
    I took a seat at the bar and looked down at my watch. It was 6:20. To offset my perpetual timeliness, Anna was always late. While she wasn’t late yet , I had every confidence that she would be. Our habit had always been to arrive thirty minutes before Happy Hour ended, which ensured we could get the cheaper drinks before we were moved into the dining area. I was starting to get worried she would be stuck with full-price cocktails. Come on, girl. I heard my phone ring and looking down at the lit screen. Anna.
    I heard her voice before I could even say hello. “Jules, you’re going to kill me.”
    “You’re going to cancel on me, aren’t you?” I didn’t even sound that surprised; only mildly irritated. Last minute cancelations were nothing new for us.
    “But I have a really good excuse,” she countered.
    Of course she did. I sighed, resigned to a celebratory evening alone. The bartender had just placed my wine in front of me, which at least softened the blow.
    Anna continued arguing her case. “The Edgewater Hotel called me just now and said that they could do a tasting tonight after all. Since the wedding is in less than a month, I really want to get this out of the way.” Anna was getting married at the end of August. I was tired of hearing about it.
    “Couldn’t you have called me earlier? I just waited twenty minutes for you and already ordered my drink,” I said, trying not to whine. This was so Anna.
    “I’ll totally make this up to you. How about we go for brunch on Sunday somewhere?”
    “Fine, that will work. I’m making you buy, though.”
    “How about we do Macrina’s around ten?”
    “Okay, sounds good. See you then.”
    “Love ya, sis. Bye!” she chimed.
    “Love you too,” I said begrudgingly, taking a sip of my wine to ease the blow. Sisters. As I swallowed my first sip of the Oregon pinot noir, I noticed a gentleman sitting a couple of seats to the right of me. He was staring at me and he wasn’t being very subtle about it, either.
    I looked over. Son of a gun. It was my blue-eyed stranger.

 
     
    “Hey, it’s you,” he said accusingly, narrowing his eyes at me. “Do you remember me?”
    I just stared at him, utterly surprised that the man I’d been daydreaming about like a teenager for the last four days was sitting two seats down from me. What were the odds? I quickly recovered and found my voice. “Now that’s a pickup line I haven’t heard before,” I replied, proud of my witty response.
    His face froze and then looked crestfallen.
    I instantly felt bad for teasing him. “I’m just playing with you,” I added quickly and gave him a little smile. “Of course I remember you. It’s hard to forget the guy who hit you with his car.”
    He winced at my reminder and then gave me a deprecating smile. He was about to speak when his phone rang; he held up his index finger for me to hold on . I took another sip of my wine and sneaked a peek at his profile while he spoke on the phone. It might’ve been because I hadn’t just been knocked into confusion from being hit by a vehicle, but he was more attractive than I remembered. He wore a light blue button down shirt that brought out the blue in the eyes I couldn’t forget. I could tell he took care of himself because his designer jeans hung nicely off his lean hips. His sandy brown hair was cut close but still had enough length for it