Finnegan
"Hold on. I think our Finn has been swapped with someone else." Henry's words had my head whipping up from the phone. I tapped the power button to quickly turn the screen off, hiding the selfie Abigail had sent me. I was at the bar with him, Eric, and Arthur.
"What?"
"Did you see a meme?" Eric asked from the other side of the table, where he sat beside his father, an easy grin playing on his lips.
"Did I see a what?" Had I missed some part of the conversation? Dammit, I had gotten carried away chatting with Abigail.
Hilarious, wasn't it? I didn't chat. I never had time to, and who was I going to chat with anyway?
If I needed to catch up with my friends, I called them or met up with them at the bar like this, when I could.
But with Abigail, well, I didn't fucking function well when it came to her. I had no idea when we started chatting.
Okay, that was a blatant lie.
