Don't Remember You

I planted myself on the couch next to Erin, who was watching some black-and-white documentary on a band. Mason was next to her, pulling her closer and closer.

“Hey, Luke,” she said with a smile.

“Hey, Erin. Mason.”

“Dude, you look fucking jazzed. What’s up?”

“So that girl from the party,” I started.

“Oh, the one you slept with?” Mason’s eyes were wide and excited now. I rolled my eyes and continued.

“Well, I met her today. And I got her number.”

Erin smiled and Mason gaped, open-mouthed.

“Breaking one-night-stand rule number one!” He looked terrified and livid at the same time. “Never reconnect with the girl! They’ll want a committed relationship!” He sounded as scared as he looked and shuddered at the word “committed.” Erin shot him a death glare and he shrunk back. “Not that there’s anything wrong with commitment, I like commitment…”

“Oh, can it, Aguirre.”

I laughed.

“So, Luke, what’s her name?”

I loved talking to Erin; she was like my sister.

“Teagen.”

She blanched. “Teagen Brown?”

I glanced at the contact in my phone. “Yeah, Teagen Brown.”

“Luke, she’s one of my good friends.”

“Yeah?”

“And she’s an intern for ESPN.”