Twelve
The bar was surprisingly busy, though annoying little signs everywhere said it was too early to buy alcohol.
"I guess coffee will have to do," I muttered.
"Were you really going to drink this early?" Mika asked.
I shrugged. "What else is there to do at a golf course?"
"Play golf?" she suggested.
"I find alcohol improves my stick game."
She didn't respond, which had been the idea behind my outlandish comment, I had to admit.
"Do you want tea or coffee?" I asked Mika as we got to the bar itself.
She startled, probably because I hadn't done that before. But it would look weird if I drank and she didn't, not to mention it would be pointlessly cruel not to offer her anything. At home, it was a little bit different because she could get herself a drink whenever she wanted. I neve
