“Exactly!” He said, slapping his hand on the table and taking another hearty swig of the rum. He then smiled one of the softest smiles he’d managed in a long while. The way she crinkled her nose had his stomach in knots, and not in any way other than a comfortable and assured kind of way.
“So are you,” He said, the smile unfaltering on his lips, “I just don’t like that…” He sighed, taking another swig before putting the bottle back down, “you know, Miss Woodcroft, it doesn’t matter. When are your parents expected to be home? Hopefully not for a few hours,” He shrugged a little, looking at the table, “I rather enjoy talking with you.”
“So are you,” He said, the smile unfaltering on his lips, “I just don’t like that…” He sighed, taking another swig before putting the bottle back down, “you know, Miss Woodcroft, it doesn’t matter. When are your parents expected to be home? Hopefully not for a few hours,” He shrugged a little, looking at the table, “I rather enjoy talking with you.”