87 Letting go.

Patrick.

We get to the club and Jack leaves me all by myself.

He isn't even acting like a wingman right now. Not that I want him to be in the first place. The only reason why I even agreed to this is that I want to spend time with him and get to know him. 

I can meet someone on my own but he seems to think that I need him. I look around the crowd from the stool I am seated on by the bar. Finally, I find him in the crowd, he is talking to a girl and she is dressed in the shortest dress I have ever seen. Her hair is black and styled in a short bob. I can't see her face from where I am seated but she looks pretty from the back. Jack slides his hand on her shoulder softly. I feel a twinge in my chest. Just from seeing him flirting with someone else.