I don't think so....

"That's sweet of you to invite me, but I'm pretty wiped. I usually like to just head home straight after work."
"Already you've become a boring adult, huh? That's not the Beth Wilson I remember."
She sighed, "Yeah, a lot of things changed when... we broke up." She tried not to sound wistful and nostalgic, but the truth was that she was sometimes nostalgic for those days. At least they were exciting. And at least I got fucked every night. Sometimes more than once!
{if Shame > 89
}That's not fair to Brian... {endif
}
Beth brought Denny his check and finished up her side work. She was ready to cash out and walk out as soon as he was done, so she walked him to the front door.
"Standing offer." Denny said as he turned to look at her. "Coffee? Drinks? I'd love to catch up some more."
"Maybe another time." she smiled. It really was good to see him, especially looking healthy and sober. He quickly scribbled something on his receipt and handed it to her.
"Well, that's my number. Call me sometime." he gave her a hug, and then headed out the door. Beth's gaze lingered a little on the door after it closed, until Amber gave a snicker behind her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that?" Beth turned on the teeny bopper hostess.
"Nothing."Her smile was wide, and she darted away. "Have a good night!"
Beth gave a beleaguered sigh. Amber was a ditz, and a busybody. Beth clocked out and drove home.