The phone started to ring and was answered in a matter of seconds.
Charlotte Thompson pressed her brow gently, got up from the bed with her phone, poured herself a glass of water, and walked to the balcony.
It was late at night now, with a slit open in the window. A chilly breeze blew in, bringing a touch of sober coolness.
Charlotte Thompson nodded slightly, there was no sound on the phone, she tentatively spoke: "Justin Battleson?"
Only after a few seconds, a somewhat hoarse word came from the other side.
"Hmm?"
Charlotte Thompson sighed slightly and said, "Are you in a bar?"
On the other side, Justin Battleson was caressing the half-empty glass in his hand. After hearing her question, he was slightly stunned and asked, "How did you know?"
Charlotte Thompson took a sip of water, moistening her throat, her eyes showing a clear tiredness.