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I took a sip of my Negroni cocktail at โ I glanced at the old grandfather clock in the corner โ two in the afternoon. Lucky for me, my family owned this damn restaurant, and no one who worked in Biloxi would question my motivation for drinking a cocktail this time of day.ย
ย "It's a bit early for you, isn't it?"ย
ย Except for Daniel.ย
ย I shrugged. "I don't know. According to whose standards, mine or yours?"ย
ย He took a seat next to me at the bar and eyed my cocktail. "Negroni. Gin. That's some hard liquor."ย
ย I ignored him and took another sip.
ย "Everything okay?"ย
ย "Why wouldn't it be?"ย
ย "Oh, I don't know." He held up his hand, signalling to the bartender to give him one of his usualโbourbons. "Maybe it's because you're not a big drinker, and you hardly ever come down to the restaurant."ย
