Chapter 6

She looked away, looked anywhere but at him, looking straight down at her half-empty glass.

“Buy you another?” he gestured.

She did not look up.

“Piss off, Callum,” she murmured.

Again, he shrugged.

“Just trying to friendly.”

She kept her attention laser focused upon the half-empty glass before her, the weeping ice cubes dissolving into water, the viscous coke, the pitiful whiskey residue at the bottom.

“Piss off, Callum,” she repeated.

Another shrug.

“Just thought, you know, it’s Christmas.”

Sharply, suddenly, she looked up.

“We’re not friends,” she answered simply.

Yet another shrug, his expression casual, his eyes hurt.

“Yeah, well, I know that and all, just thought, you know, just thought…”

His voice trailed off.