I raise the glass, and he raises too, and we drink in silence.
“Hmm. It’s sweet.”
“Sweet enough to your liking?”
“Nah. It’s perfect.” I take another sip. “Yeah, I like it. Can I have the other half?”
He just chuckles and pours me another.
“Thanks. So, why did you show me your precious collections?” I take another sip, and I quickly feel the effect—it warms my entire body.
“I just wanna show you and talk maybe.”
“We can talk anywhere, you know. Even in a coffee shop or just in the kitchen, or in your office, but thank you for showing me these. It means a lot.” Then I realize maybe he doesn’t want other people will see him with me in public because he has a reputation to uphold. I forget the reason why I’m here. See, Drew I told you so he doesn’t like me.
“I really want to apologize
