*Jenn spilled beer on my legs*

J to Howie: Can we get some napkins?

K (my boyishly cute bartender whom I’ve been crushing on for 4 months): *looking at J* Ah did you get her wet?

Me: *looking down at my legs, wiping off the beer* you can get me wet (in reference to K, but meant for only J to hear…)

*I finish cleaning the spot and look up*

K: *looking right at me, slightly grinning* What was that?

Me: Huh? Nothing… *thinking fuuuuuck*

Tuesday tradition lives on… time to trudge through the snow and be a young professional for the next 8 hours.