“Oh, I think so. We head back to Austin early tomorrow morning. But I’d like to invite you to have a drink with me after work.”When I don’t sa... anything and just continue to stare at her from my desk, she takes a step into the office and closes the door behind her.“I think people call it Happy Hour,” she adds.I know my face isn’t hiding the surprise I feel at her question and I have to force myself to make my lips actually move.“Thank you. But, no.”I internally cringe at my blunt response. I. Our train ride would soon resume with them waking shortly before their planned hijacking.Finally, though minor, the train company caught all manners of hell for not providing the shower services and expensive meal services as per the tickets purchased by the school groups. It didn’t help that all the kids on the train, including the five who came into my sleeper compartment, were supposed to be in sleeper cars, two sharing a bunk, sixteen to a room. Girls and boys were to be in separate sleeper. "Brianna ... I cheated on you too."I braced myself for the explosion. We both knew I wasn't really the jealous type, but we both knew that SHE was. Even my occasional trysts with E-Beth were only allowed begrudgingly out of Brianna's desperate need to keep me happy. And even then, I was always on thin ice with my girlfriend for at least a week afterwards.Instead, Brianna sighed in resignation. "When?"I was so surprised I didn't answer right away. "Last night."In the same flat tone, she asked,. Lucky fly, he thought, sometimes I wish I could have the life of a fly.A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he realized he could no longer block the light from entering his eyes. He bumped into the wall, spinning around and flew across the room to bump into the closed window. Wait a minute - flew?He spun around again, and realized he could see himself still sitting on the bed, his hands still covering his eyes. Matt turned toward his dresser, moving closer to the mirror on top, and could.