Michael’s P.O.V
I did what she asked and took her to the bar. Hell, If she wanted to have a drink to celebrate the fact that she feels like she has her freedom back, then why not?! Walking in, There weren’t many people in here, which meant we could have a quiet drink and I’d be able to talk to her about a few things that were on my mind.
Walking to the bar we ordered a drink each and went to sit on a table over in the corner, a little more out the way, so a little more privacy.
‘So, I want to talk to you about some stuff’. She looked at me, I noticed she was playing with the straw in her drink.
I could tell all this ‘’confidence’’ was an act. Yes, She was probably very f*****g happy about everything, but… not as happy as she was making out.
‘Oh? What about?’
‘Are you sure you’re ok?
