I took a deep breath and lowered the book I was holding to the couch.
I checked my wrist watch and it was fifteen past the time Tiffany said she'd come over.
I tried to take my mind off the whole situation but it wasn't working. All I could think of was to get a glass of distilled whiskey.
I reached for the slab and poured some to the glass. I gulped it down in one turn and a furrow appeared on my forehead.
I dropped the glass and turned away, walking back to the couch. I picked up my phone in an attempt to call her but I stopped myself.
I should not make her feel tensed or make her feel uncomfortable.
I dialed Antonio's number instead and ordered for him to meet me inside the house.
Few seconds after the call ended, I heard footsteps and turned in the direction of the footsteps.
