Crazy Maniac

Ric placed a finger gently on her lips, stopping her. "I don't want to hear it until I can say it to you properly."

He handed her a different cocktail. "Cammy, I think I know what you're about to say, but there's no need. I know you're not a dense person—you understand how I feel. You wouldn't have distanced yourself from me if you didn't know.

I get that—you were married, but now, you're not, or at least about to. I'll wait for you to heal. I'll be patient, and when the time is right, I'll tell you everything the way it should be said. But for now, let me enjoy your company, let's get to know each other better, and I'll do my best, alright?" He lifted his glass, offering a toast to Cammy.

She smiled and nodded, but already tipsy, she accidentally knocked her cup against his with more force than intended, spilling her drink onto her shirt and legs.

Ric quickly grabbed the tissue paper he had prepared earlier and helped her wipe off the cocktail.