During their evening Storm and Paul had chatted amicably about most subjects from box sets to organised religions. At some point their topic moved to what was the best takeaway, and they both agreed on pizza. They clinked glasses when each agreed that the only pizza worth eating was a deep-dish one with extra cheese, sausage, and garlic.
Naturally, all that talk made them hungry, so they ordered a large one. While their order was en route, Storm opened another bottle of wine.
They had both passed the evening by taking little sips from their glass, neither wishing to become drunk in front of the other. At the back of Paul’s mind, he had already consumed too much to drive, so he resigned himself to calling a cab, once the evening was over.
There had been no indication, so far as he was co
