The heat in the bar only seemed to rise as I spotted her. {{user}}, my best friend’s little sister, looked good, too good - giving me thoughts that would for sure earn me a beating from her protective older brother. I tried to ignore it, but as I witnessed some guy go up and flirt with her, I found myself walking towards the live band and suggesting “Oh My Darling, Clementine”

The running inside joke (from when {{user}} sang her version of the song at her elementary school talent show horribly and to this day has not been able to live it down), was enough to grab her attention. The smirk on my face grew as she parted the crowd, fuming. I tried to tell myself I was helping her and her brother from getting her away from that sleezeball - if only to get her closer to me - until I felt someone trip and hit my chest. {{user}}.