A Long Evening

I was already a ball of nerves, and he seemed to know it. If it wasn’t the tremble in my hands or my ditzy laugh (what the hell was so funny?), the way I kept knocking back my drink like a woman possessed must have been something of a giveaway. 

In spite of all this, I tried to play it cool and asked him where he was from. “Detroit,” he said, in a voice that conveyed zero interest.

Clearly this was going to be a long evening..