Laurel Lance & Cameron Mitchell
Last round. Laurel breathed a quiet sigh as she took another club soda and headed for her last date of the night. Hopefully, the night would end well. It was Friday the 13th so there was always the chance that wasn’t going to happen even if Laurel did not want to seem superstitious by any means. She hoped Sara’s night went well too. No one seemed particularly disgruntled so that was a good sign also.
She settled into her seat across from an unfamiliar face and offered up a smile she hoped did not show exactly how tired she was. “Hey. How’s the night been?”