By Thursday I'd had enough of writing about dancing dogs and stolen racing pigeons. For at least two nights in a row I heard the guy next door moving furniture, banging and talking at weird hours of the night. He was keeping me awake and my tolerance was waning.
I hadn't seen Mack and Claire since that night in their apartment. The truth of the matter was, I was avoiding them. Even after almost a week, that night with him was still fully alive in my memory. Adrian, on the other hand, wasn't avoiding me and it seemed he remembered how forward I was with him that night. It looked like he finished work the same time as me, and we chatted a few times. Yesterday on my way to the car he asked me out for a drink, saying that his mate opened up a new bar in town and he wanted to take me. I turned the whole thing into a joke, almost panicking, having Mack in my head growling territorially at me the whole time.