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Bartenders it reminds me of the little things—how I’ve missed lighthearted interactions with new people—someone who brings an energy that makes my heart race rather than pound in anxiety.

“What about you?” I ask, leaning closer, truly curious, and out of nowhere, the hair stands up on the back of my neck. “What’s your story?”

“I’m a bit of a wanderer,” he shrugs, taking another drag and flicking snow from his shoulder. “I moved here to help my aunt with her bar after my dad passed. Figured it could be a fresh start, you know?”

A pang of sympathy hits me, and I quickly try to mask it with a smile, ignoring the prodding feeling of being watched. “I’m sorry to hear that. I can’t even imagine how tough it must have been.”

“Yeah, it sucked, but my aunt is pretty amazing; she helps keep my head above water.” He glances back toward the bar, the laughter inside calling him like a siren. “And managing this place keeps things… interesting.”

“Seems like it,” I reply, my eyes darting back to the bar, subtly scanning my surroundings to see if anyone is watching me .

The only person I see is Melanie, waving me over, and I catch her distracted look as she gestures to the bar, cutting through the intimate bubble River and I created.

“I should get back in,” I mutter reluctantly. “I didn’t mean to ditch my friend. She probably thought something happened to me.”

“Yeah, I need to get back in too. The other bartender is probably cursing my name up and down.” River nods, hesitantly stepping aside, but not without leaning in for one more close whisper. “How about you sit on my side again, and I’ll get you another drink?”

With a coy smile, I nod my head, slowly walking away. “Okay, one more, just to keep me warm for the walk home.”

As I head back into the bar, I can’t shake the feeling of anticipation swarming in my stomach, walking over to Melanie. She grins widely, putting her hands on my shoulders to hold me in place so she can get all the yummy details before we sit at the bar.

“So,” she says, a deep drawl in the single word. “Tell me everything .”

Blushing, I glance at River behind her, returning his smile before forcing my focus back to Melanie. “Well, I have a date for this week,” I exclaim, all giddy and shit.

“He asked you out?”

“Yeah,” I answer, smiling so big that my cheeks hurt.

“And you said yes?” She looks surprised, but I don’t blame her.

“And I said yes,” I say, anxiously chewing on my bottom lip.

“Ahh, I’m so happy for you! And I’m wicked proud of you for letting your guard down.” She pulls me in for a hug, squeezing me tightly. “Watch, you two are gonna end up dating for real... Just wait,” she remarks, winking and pulling me toward the bar.

And as I think about it, I’m extremely curious about where things might lead, and I can’t wait to see if she’s right.