AMELIA
“Hey. What brought you here?” Emil asked.
I didn’t even know he worked at the bar. I chose to get some air rather than get mad and punch a wall. That was how I ended up here at the bar near the police station.
“Hi.” I slid on the stool. A bit surprised he still talked to me after what happened. “Are you even legal to drink?”
“I’m twenty-three, luna,” he whispered the word luna. “And I don’t know you’re legal to get a beer.”
I scoffed, knowing he’d even seen me drink wine and champagne. I guessed I wasn’t thinking straight. I wanted to get away from Ryden before I could say something that could hurt both of us.
“Just club soda with syrup and berries extract. I ditched the rum. Try it, it’s on the house.” He placed down a tall glass before me with mint leaves and a tiny umbrel
