Gerry’s phone went. He tried to answer it, but he could not seem to get a proper signal and he went outside. One of the men turned to Emma and offered her another drink.
“Brandy,” she said, seizing the chance to make a choice for once.
“Cheers,” said the man. He was blond, rather attractive in a boyish sort of way. Emma began talking to him, flirting a little just to show her independence from Gerry, whom she caught sight through the window, staring in at her. After a while he re-entered the bar.
“I see she’s been flirting with you, Sebastian,” Gerry said to the man. There was something spiteful in his voice.
“Has she?” Sebastian laughed. “How do you know?”
“Look at how she’s sitting,” Gerry said. “See how her skirt has ridden up her thighs. See how her legs are apart. It’s an open in
