Chapter 12

• “I don’t have the fixings for a Bellini, but I do have Scotch, Canadian Whiskey, and vodka. There’s beer too, but you don’t strike me as a beer drinker.”
• “If you’ve got ginger ale, a highball will do,” I told him.
• I sat and waited until he came back with the drinks. He sat down next to me and I kind of leaned against him as he put his arm around my shoulders. We sat there sipping our drinks and making small talk. I was beginning to wonder if I’d misread the situation, when finally he decided to make his move. He leaned over towards me to give me a kiss. I put a hand on his chest to hold him back. I think he thought I was trying to stop him; far from it. I took a sip of my drink, then leaned forward and set my glass down on the floor, out of the way. When he saw this he did likewise.