“As per usual, you are wrong. And you’re not only wrong, but you’re so unaware of how wrong you are that I almost feel bad for you,” she chuckled and reached for the glass of complimentary wine that had been offered upon their entrance to the lounge. It was so easy to lapse into the old status quo with William, and despite the fact that she felt rather uneasy about the whole weekend, it was genuinely nice to see familiar faces.
“That old Mustang would totally have more power than any of these new muscle cars. Don’t you know anything, Walker?” She teased, placing the glass down on the table and reaching for the cheeses. “So, here’s something funny, I’m going on some fucking blind date tonight.” She snorted at the absurdity of what she was saying. “Right, me, going on a blind date. Though, to be fair, I must’ve been at least a little blind when I dated you so, I guess it’s nothing new to me.”