rjbekah
The straw sat between us on the table. I looked at him. No way was I sharing a drink. Why didn't he just grab his own? I didn't touch the straw, didn't unwrap it or anything, just took a sip out of "our" rum and coke. And stared. His eyes. Did they always look like that?
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