He watched her drink the wine, feeling partially guilty for over reacting but also righteous for it was not he that was the genesis of this mess, she was the one. He barely drunk alcohol after those events. He could see her wide eyes shooting flames at him as she breathed in and out furiously. Was she expecting an apology from him?
Why should he apologize for attempting to defend himself? Granted there was no danger but there could easily have been.
"You should have said something before offering me wine." he blurted. "It's your fault." Indeed, he thought self righteously, she should have said something. How could she just hand over the wine glass like that?
It had brought a flash black and for three small seconds he could smell that bar again? This wine did not even smell like the one served in the bar and yet he had mixed them up.
