Well, it was a great night hanging out with my Dad. I’m glad he had a good time, but it was his time to go home. Now, it’s just me and Genevieve. We are just being two drunken folks sitting outside on the Rattlesnake’s patio and going into deep conversations. We are both slurring our words and laughing, but at the same time we both have a flirty kind of grin swiped across our faces. It’s been a few months now since I’ve known her. She’s been there pretty much since the beginning when I first moved here. To come to think of it, we first met here at the Rattlesnake.
