Crystal sat alone in a darkened corner of the restaurant. A lone candle flickered and seemed to taunt her from the center of the table. Despite everything she knew about current society's ban on public smoking she longed to pull out a cigarette and light up while she waited. 'Why not?' she thought: she could play it off her celebrity card and all would be forgiven: she'd have the luxury of enjoying her vice and the staff would have a story to tell after she'd gone. But before she could weigh the choice any farther Angus walked into the restaurant.
She sat, wine glass in hand, watching from a distance as this man from her past strutted into the restaurant like he owned the place: like he was there for some random inspection and the staff should be on their best behavior. She watched as he
