“Oh, come now...” He was trying not to laugh. “Goodness, look at you. You’re like a ghost! There’s no need to be embarrassed.” He was still grinning as he dabbed at the spilt wine with his napkin.
“How did you...I mean, how could you know?” My mind raced for an explanation. Perhaps I was talking in my sleep and he overheard. It was the only thing that made sense.
“I meant about the wine. Accidents happen.”
The wine. Of course he was talking about the spilt wine. “Right,” I whispered. “I think I may have had too much to drink. I’m feeling a little off.”
He smiled again. “You haven’t had all that much to drink, but I think it’s safe to say that in general you tend to be a bit off,” he laughed, then straightened himself up. “But perhaps I’ve been unfair with all this teasing. And I never
