She poured me another cup and sat down next to me again. I drank halfway and placed the cup back on the counter. Looking out I could see, through the pink curtain, the dimmed lights of the city. On a clear night the view was awe-inspiring, but on this night my only thought was to hurry up and to return home. Being here was not a good idea at all.
"Mr Wilson... d- do you remember anything from last night?" She looked at me carefully.
No wonder why she had been acting strange. I completely forgot about the 'last night' situation. I knew sooner or later, we would have to talk about it.
"No, I don't." I said finishing my cup of tea.
She seemed upset about my reply but she just nodded and looked away.
"Why do you ask Miss Parker? Did I embarrass myself? Perhaps I did or said something I
