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“Yes, but that’s happened before, too. We’re just a weird couple, I guess, but it works for us. She gets mad at me and ends things, or I’m mad at her and end it. Then, we cool off, and we’re in bed and back together.”
“So, you slept with her last night?”
Molly’s stomach roiled at that question, and she knew she was pretty close to vomiting. She pressed her side against the wall and tried not to picture the parking lot kiss again or imagine what Finley and India looked like when having sex.
“No, we talked and fell asleep. I’m trying to respect her space. I haven’t even been by her new desk yet.”
“New desk?”
“She got promoted. It sucks because she found out after we broke up, so we haven’t celebrated properly. I thought we could with some wine last night, and things would go back to normal, but that didn’t happen, so I’ll take her out to dinner to celebrate later or something.”
Molly turned the corner then and grabbed the banana because she couldn’t listen to this anymore. When she arrived at her desk, luckily, Finley wasn’t there, and after eating the banana she now hated, when it wasn’t the banana’s fault, she had to go to three meetings back-to-back before she was able to go home.
“Move on? Okay. I need to move on. How do I do that?” she asked herself as she stared at her reflection in her bathroom mirror. “Go out. Meet someone new.”
She nodded and hurried to her closet to pick something out to wear because she was about to force herself to do just that.
An hour later, she was walking to Candace’s bar, feeling like she’d enjoyed the vibe the previous times she’d been there. Shewassilently cursing India and, to a certain extent, Finley on her way in, but she knew a bunch of lesbians hung out here, so even if she didn’t meet a single one tonight, she could at least feel comfortable ordering a drink at the bar and trying to talk to literally anyone who could take her mind off of whatever Finley and India might already be getting up to tonight.
“Hey. Molly, right?” the bartender asked.
“Yeah. Uh…”
“Logan,” the woman told her, pressing her hand to her chest.
“Right. Sorry,” Molly replied.
“No problem. What can I get you?”
“A girlfriend,” she replied honestly.
“Sorry?” Logan laughed.
“A beer. I could use a beer. Whatever you have on tap is fine.”
“It’s October. Want the autumn ale we just got in?”
“Sure. Sounds good.”
Logan went to the tap, grabbed a cold glass, and pulled on the handle.
“So, a girlfriend?”
“Huh?” Molly asked back.
“You said you needed a girlfriend before.”
“Oh,” she uttered as the glass was placed on a napkin in front of her. “Sorry. That was a Freudian slip, I guess.”
“I’ve been there. Not sure that helps.”
“You’ve been looking for a girlfriend?” a woman asked as she walked up to the bar, holding a plate with a burger and fries on it, with a glance aimed at Logan.
“No, babe, I haven’t been,” Logan replied. “I live with mine, and she makes me very happy. I meant that I’ve been there in the past, before I met you.”
The woman winked at Logan and walked off with the plate.
“That’s my girlfriend, Rory. She helps out here sometimes.”
