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stopped—stopped to torment her in her moment of awkward humiliation.
    “Is everything alright?” Andrew asked as he stepped up to the table.
    “Yeah,” Brittany said.
    Andrew placed a drink down in front of Brittany. She bit down on her lip, trying to hold back the embarrassed tears that were swelling in her eyes. As Brittany reached forward for her drink, she awkwardly knocked it over onto the table, spilling it everywhere.
    “Whoa!” Andrew said, dodging the spilled drink.
    “Careful!” Connor said as he jumped back.
    “Shit! I’m—I’m so sorry,” Brittany said frantically, quickly picking up the spilled glass and trying to soak up the fluid with all of the available napkins.
    “It’s okay,” Andrew replied. “It happens.”
    “I’ll go get you another, drink,” Connor said, hopping to his feet—a perfect excuse to get away from the awkward tension at the table.
    “I’ll grab a rag from the bar,” Andrew said, turning towards the bar, leaving Brittany sitting alone to wallow in her spilled embarrassment and her shameful rejection.
    Andrew returned with a rag and started to wipe up the mess. “I’ll grab you some fresh napkins in a second.”
    “I’m really sorry,” Brittany said again. “That—That never happens.”
    “Seriously—don’t worry about it,” Andrew said. “My brother will happily whip you up another one for free, and the spill didn’t get on anyone’s lap. There was no harm done.”
    “I feel so stupid.”
    “Don’t feel stupid. It happens. I do this at least once a night.” Andrew smiled. “You just happened to beat me to it tonight.”
    Brittany was struggling to hold back her tears. Andrew quickly grabbed a rag from the bar and began to wipe up the spill.
    “Seriously—it’s not a big deal. See?” Andrew said, motioning to the clean table. “It’s as if it never happened. It actually looks better than before the spill.”
    Brittany didn’t respond.
    “Are you okay? Can I get you something?”
    “Sorry—I think I got a little on my leggings. I’m just going to go and clean up. I’ll be right back.” Brittany stood up and looked around. “Where are the bathrooms?”
    “Just that way,” Andrew said. “Around the corner and then on your left.”
    “Thanks,” Brittany replied, taking off for the washroom.
    Andrew watched as Brittany walked towards the bathroom.

    Connor waited for Brittany’s new drink at the bar. He looked up at the television to watch the hockey highlight loop.
    He looked back down, realizing he was standing right next to one of his classmates—Kane. Kane was keeping to himself, drinking silently.
    “How’s your night going?” Connor asked.
    “It’s going,” Kane replied.
    “Good—Good.”
    Connor continued to watch the hockey game.
    “So, what about that Brittany chick?” Kane said.
    Connor looked back down. “What about her?”
    “She’s kind of hot—and she totally digs you. You gonna take her home?”
    “Oh—No. She’s not into me.”
    “Sure she is,” Kane said.
    “I don’t know—I think she’s just a little outgoing, is all.”
    Kane laughed. “Right.”
    “What?” Connor asked.
    “She’s especially outgoing for you.”
    Connor thought about it. “Yeah. I don’t know. She’s not really my type.”
    “Why not? What’s wrong with her?”
    “Nothing. She’s just a little bit...” Connor looked back to make sure Brittany wasn’t right behind him. “Slutty.”
    “Hey man,” Kane said.
    “What? You know what I mean.” Connor asked.
    “I don’t know that I do.”
    “I mean, look at her. Her chest is practically falling out of her shirt. She’s just—putting herself out there a little too much for me.”
    “Right...” Kane said, turning back to the bar and taking another sip from his beer.
    “What? Don’t tell me you don’t see it.”
    “I guess I didn’t,” Kane said without looking back at Connor.
    Connor silently scoffed. “What high school did you go to? I don’t think