Under the Weatherman

My best friend ropes me into some pretty outlandish shenanigans, but tonight's one for the record books. Up to her usual mischief, she dares me to hit up a random stranger at a bar—and tell him only lies.

I'd rather hide behind a book than flirt, but inventing a fictional narrative gives me the nerve to saunter up to a magazine-gorgeous blond and say, "Hey!"

When he turns his pretty green eyes on me, eyes framed by dark bookish glasses—my kryptonite—I panic.

"I was in your class with, uh—" I s...