The Prologue

“Jordan?” I asked Katie with a slight grimace, “why Jordan?”
“He’s cute,” Katie replied, “and he bought every single drink tonight.”
“So?” I spit back at her, “that equates to nothing at all.”
“He’s cute.” Katie shrugged, as she stopped briefly below a streetlight to spark a joint.

“Just call me afterwards. You can obviously stay the night at my house still.” I told her as I reached out for the joint pass.

“Come on!” She begged one last time, as we neared the corner. “Do it for the book.“