Page 23 of A Solid Guide to Surviving a Situationship

And when I reached the toilet, the fluorescent lighting felt like stepping into a completely different universe from the dance floor.

A few guys stood at the urinals.

I stepped into one and focused very hard on the simple task of peeing.

But even that required concentration when intoxicated.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed a couple of the guys glancing at me. One of them even gave a subtle nod.

But I ignored it. I wasn’t in the mood tonight. Besides, my only mission at the moment was not falling over.

When I finished, I walked to the sink and turned on the faucet.

Cold water ran over my hands, making me shiver.

I splashed some on my face and blinked slowly as the room spun.

Okay. Still drunk.

I looked up at the mirror… and froze.

My brain took a full second to process it.

He looked almost exactly the same—clean-cut, charming, and wearing the kind of smile that used to give me butterflies.

I stood there like a deer caught in headlights.

Because standing behind me was a familiar face.

Francis.

Ex-boyfriend number one.

He saw me in the mirror.

Then his face lit up.

“James,” he said warmly.

My heart dropped straight into my stomach.

NOPE!

Without saying a word, I turned around and bolted out of the toilet.

The hallway outside was still crowded, but adrenaline suddenly cut through the alcohol.

I turned a corner⁠—

—and slammed straight into someone.

“Oof!”

Hands grabbed my shoulders to steady me.

I looked up.

And it was Kyle.