Chapter Forty-seven
The bartender poured him the drink he ordered and he kept swirling the glass, staring at it as if it held life’s biggest secrets. Before the glass could touch his lips, I walked over to him and stopped his hand. ‘Don’t drink.’ ‘Why?’ He didn’t flinch, which meant he was aware of my presence. Was he waiting for me to stop him? ‘Sole, what is it? Tell me what’s bothering you.’ I insisted. ‘It won’t make a difference even if I tell you, so what’s the point in wasting your time and mine?’ ‘Is it about me leaving the day after tomorrow?’ He gave me a sarcastic smile, I’d touched the sore spot. ‘Why do you have to keep mentioning it? I know you’re going to leave, but that doesn’t mean I want you to remind me that every second we’re together.’ ‘Then you should’ve thought about how to convin
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