Chapter 45: Drunken Confessions
The sun hangs low in the sky by the time we stumble out of The Drunken Sapo. Our arms are wrapped around each other as we continue to walk down the sidewalk. Allie’s face red all over, looks out at the ocean and pokes me in the side.
"Wanna go watch the sunset?"
She looks back at me, those brown eyes clouded over by one too many shots of tequila. Just like Zelia would be. No, not like Zelia. Allie is way more reserved than Zelia would be at this point. And I love her for it.