Something about Neil was he was always punctual and I was not. I had my good days and extremely bad days like today when I got carried away at my favorite store on my way to the bar two blocks away from it.

‘Sorry,’ I said as soon as I reached our table.

Neil flashed me a sweet smile. ‘It’s okay.’

He kissed my cheek and we sat down. Neil had a half drunk glass of wine in front of him. I wondered if that was his first or his second. I hoped it wasn’t his second glass alone.

‘I got carried away,’ I sat my bag on the table....