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thing from memory, and started interacting with the customers––  introducing myself to the regulars who seemed delighted to see me. I was thrilled I was getting the hang of everything so fast. I just didn’t account for how tired I would be after just a six-hour shift.
    “You look fab, Alex, just fab. I still can’t believe you found that dress.” I snapped to attention when I heard Lila say my name and mentally shook myself awake.
    “Thanks. It really wasn’t even a bad price, and nothing says Ginger Spice more than the British flag dress,” I replied, looking down at my outfit. I found the iconic dress that Geri Halliwell donned online, and instantly ordered it. Paired with fire engine red strappy platforms and my red hair bouncing in curls, I was full-on pop-girl group stardom. Tell me what you want, what you really, really want.
    “I’m jealous you can pull off a dress that short. I swear, I feel like every time I move a leg one of my ass cheeks is going to pop out,” Hannah complained, yanking down the hem of her dress.
    “Come on, Hans, you are totally not in character. Don’t you remember the scene from the movie where Posh walks out and says ‘Is my dress too short?’ and they say no so she hikes it up even more. Get in character!” Lila said, tousling my hair one last time and nodding in satisfaction.
    “I must have fallen asleep before that part,” Hannah replied, giving herself a once-over in the mirror. I stood, giving myself one more swipe with deodorant, a spritz of Lila’s perfume, and threw a stick of eyeliner in my clutch.
    “We’ve watched the movie three times in as many weeks. You could not have missed that part each time,” Lila protested, also giving herself a glance in the mirror, frowning as she ran her hands over her bare stomach. “I need to do some more sit-ups quick.” She exited the bathroom in haste, and Hannah and I rolled our eyes at each other, following suit. Lila looked fab in her costume, though we knew she didn’t believe it when we told her.
    After finishing our pregame drinks and making sure we all looked our best (and Lila finished yet another round of tummy-toning sit-ups) we finally moseyed our way outside and piled into Hannah’s Audi. Lila read the directions aloud from her paper, and we actually made it to Peter’s without getting lost, shocking us all. We walked right in the front door without bothering to knock, as we could already hear the music pulsating through the front door.
    We stuck close together as we entered, grasping our clutches and still shivering from being outside for a few short minutes. We followed Carmen’s nose to the keg, which was set up in the unfinished basement that screamed bachelor pad: hard cement floors, a pool table in one corner, two dart boards side by side on the wall, a big screen TV with what looked like two X-boxes, one Playstation, and one Wii under the entertainment stand, and a few worn couches scattered throughout. A group of guys were huddled around the silver keg, filling their red party cups with beer and laughing as one guy got too much foam in his cup.
    One guy glanced our way as our group approached, and we made eye contact. When our eyes locked, the loud din of voices turned quiet, like someone turning the volume down quickly on the TV. The strangers in Halloween costumes faded away, until it was just me and Mr. Blue Eyes. Did I believe in love at first sight? If you had asked me three seconds ago, I would have said no way … but now...
    “Alex! Come on, there’s Peter!” Lila grabbed my elbow and firmly guided me out of my spot, leading me to the group of guys by the keg.
    Oh, please don’t let that be Peter, I silently begged the relationship Gods. I couldn’t handle being completely entranced with the guy we were supposed to be hooking our friend up with.  
    The handsome stranger broke eye contact with me first, and I instantly felt goosebumps appear on my arm, like a gust of cool wind had