McKayla's roommate would judge her for sleeping with one of her customers. Someone from out of town at that. How long had she even known him? Less than two weeks. Yet she felt like Marc Love had known her her whole life.

At the bar he ordered them her favorite 

beer

. 

PBR

on tap in a mason jar.

"Say, Marc. What is your favorite drink? I feel like we're always doing what I want."

He thought. He didn't have a favorite drink. He instead ordered always what the other person wanted. He didn't want to say this though. He said instead 

Imogen Howe

's favorite drink.

She made that face. He knew why she made that face. It was the same she made when he ordered that drink at the Sparrow.

"I really wish my friend was here. I miss her. It's been months now."

She looked into his eyes; wondered if he knew her.

"Do you know Imogen?"

She should've just asked that right away. But how would he know her. It was just strange that he had the same favorite drinks as her.

"Your friend Imogen? No. I feel like I do though. From your stories." Marc took a sip of cold PBR. "I do wish she was here too though. Would love to meet more of your friends."

She got nervous from that. Still felt uncomfortable showing her friends Marc. Imogen would be the only one. Imogen never judged.