Beer

I spotted Cian in the distance, he was pacing in front of the B&B, restless it seemed. The golf-clothes suited him, the pants were black, not checkered. I was only a couple of feet away when he noticed me, and he ran the last bit in my direction, lifted me up and swung me around. I laughed; “Does this mean you won?” He put me down, smiling. He took a quick glance around, but no one noticed us. For February, the town was packed, but then I remembered the ceilidh that was planned for tonight. “I found something.” My face was a big grin, “Me too!” He took my hands and dragged me down the street. “Where are we going?” He tucked my arm under his, “To the pub. We need a pint.”