As night settled in the city, Neal and I found ourselves curled up on his sofa laughing at a sitcom he found on one of the movie platforms, a box of pizza in front of us. We enjoyed each other’s company, and even FaceTime’d Allegra to check in with her.
Spending time like this was amazing, and I was pleased with how quickly things changed by simply removing myself from a complicated and nerve-wracking situation.
“I can’t believe you have me watching this!” I laughed as I glanced over at Neal.
He sat on the other side of the sofa with a slice of pizza in his hand, shrugging his shoulders. “This is a classic. I don’t see what your problem is.”
Rolling my eyes, I stood from the sofa and made my way towards the kitchen to make myself another drink. “Do you want another whiskey?”
Neal looked over his shoulder at me and nodded. “Yeah, just bring the bottle with you.”
“The bottle?” I replied, raising my brow. “What are we getting drunk?”
“Maybe,” he shrugged as he continued to eat.
