“Ohhhh!” He balled a fist at his mouth. “Shoot. My bad. I’m looking for a girl named Shanna.” He drummed on the surface of the bar and craned his neck. The other customers consisted of a blonde, a redhead, a couple of black girls, and a whole lot of dudes. “And she is not here. Great.” Suddenly grateful for the beer on tap, he took a couple of gulps out of his pint glass. Should he check his phone? It hadn’t buzzed; he knew that because it was in his pocket.

“But Ken might be. Should I move…?”