“Us.”
“People don’t exactly get out much around here, do they?”
“Oh, more than you’d think,” I said, making my way to a booth by the windows.
Thankfully, Cora was already on her way over with a pot of coffee, having zeroed in on the booth I wanted like the well-trained waitress she was. Then again, I’d been coming here for years, and I always tried to sit in the same booth.
“Good morning!” she beamed, pouring two coffees. “Did everyone sleep well last night?”
The way she was looking at us, watching for our reaction, startled me so much that I didn’t answer immediately.
“Um…good. Just fine,” I said, not wanting to rehash my inability to remember a single thing from the previous night.
“Good, good. That’s really good.” Her eyes shifted to Rob.
“Uh…this is Rob.”
“I know,” she beamed. “We met last night.”
“We did?” he asked, looking at her curiously.
“Oh, but then you met a lot of people last night. You probably don’t remember me. I’ll just grab some menus.”
She turned in a flurry before I could ask her what we were doing last night.
“That’s weird, right?” Rob asked. “Who did we meet last night?”
“Well, I wouldn’t have met anyone, but you…” I shook my head, uncertain what had happened. “Maybe we came to town.”
“Is there anything to do around here?”
“There’s the bar,” I said thoughtfully, thinking of The Beaver and Boot.
“Is that all?”
“I don’t think there were any festivals going on.” Shaking my head, I sighed, “But then again, my brain is so fuzzy. I feel like I was dosed with something.”
My eyes shot to Rob’s. Suddenly, I wasn’t so sure he was telling me the truth.
“What?”
“I can’t remember a thing. I’ve never been so drunk that I couldn’t remember at least bits and pieces, which makes me wonder what the hell you did.”
His eyebrow quirked at me. “Yes, I dosed both of us so neither of us could remember a thing.”
“How do I know you’re not lying to me?”
“Because I’m from Pennsylvania. What could I possibly be doing on the other side of the country? I mean, was I on a job? Was I meeting someone out here? How the hell did I even meet you?”
“That doesn’t mean you didn’t drug me,” I snapped.
“For what purpose?” he questioned. “Seriously, we’re both walking around with massive headaches. Neither of us can remember a thing. It’s freezing around here. I don’t even have a coat! I don’t even like snow!”
I reared back at his statement. “You don’t like snow?”
“No!”
“Who doesn’t like snow? What kind of psychopath are you?”