He stood in the living room, filling the space, so familiar yet so out of place now. Obviously uneasy. Rose moved to the kitchen and filled the kettle, unsure what else to do or how to behave now that they were both in here alone. Her whole being paused momentarily, waiting for him to make the first move. To say something first.

Fixing her hair with her fingers and smoothing her dress, trying to catch her reflection in the chrome of the kettle to wipe any make up smudges from under her eyes, she made herself a little less wild and more presentable. The alcohol in her blood was fast...