Summer sat opposite him and declined the menu that she was offered. She did not even take off her coat. She rifled through her bag for something as Kyle sat facing her without saying anything except for the single hello when she had first sat down.
‘Sorry,’ she said, reaching further into her bag, pulling out her tablet, her wallet, and a small bag of medicine. ‘Ah.’
From her bag, she picked out something that Kyle, at first, thought he was imagining as she placed it on the table.
‘My phone?’
‘Your phone,’ she said, nodding. Kyle smiled but she did not smile back. ‘You left it in some bar the other night, apparently.’
And Kyle remembered the grey woman and the silence that engulfed the bar that wouldn’t accept his card and the people who sat over their drinks looking like they were un
