It was Sunday, and unseasonably cold for October in West Palm Beach. Or so I was told. I had only been living here about a month or so. It had been two weeks since I went out on a date with Shane. We crossed paths at my work once since that time but did nothing other than exchange pleasantries and small talk. He was there to watch college football and hang out with Jimmy, but Jimmy spent most of his time either serving drinks or arguing with his girlfriend, Kat, who was also a bartender at our restaurant. Kat and Jimmy didn’t officially live together but she slept at his apartment more often than not. You could tell they were spending too much time together by the way they bickered about every little thing. It made most of us at work uncomfortable but not to the point of intervening.
Other than chatting with my coworkers while working, I didn’t have much in the way of friends. My roommate and her boyfriend never left her bedroom, let alone the house. They were extreme homebodies which was not helping my assimilation to West Palm social life. I missed gossiping; having a friend to grab a drink or dinner with. So when Jimmy and Kat invited me out on Tuesday night, I jumped at the chance. I was desperate to make friends and become more comfortable and Kat and Jimmy seemed to know everyone.