The Drunk Encounter

"Blake," Marissa called him for the second time when he didn't respond at first. "What's on your mind? Am I talking to myself here?" She started to get annoyed when all the time they were eating and talking, Blake spent it staring and playing with the food.

"I'm sorry, it's just something that has been bothering me," Blake said as he put down his fork and reached for Marissa's hand.

"What is it?" Marissa paused. "Does it have to do with the woman and her son earlier? Your behaviour changed after we met them."

Blake shook his head immediately, denying it.

"Blake, it's obvious. Don't lie." Marissa's eyes looked deeply into Blake's.

"No I'm not." He kept denying. "It's just, she looked kind of familiar."