One Drink That Became Two

It was only supposed to be one drink.

They had agreed on that before meeting.

“Keep it simple,” she had said.

“Of course,” he replied.

But simple has a way of changing.

The first drink was polite.
Measured.
Careful.

The second?

Different.

Laughter came easier.
Eye contact lasted longer.
Silence didn’t feel like something to avoid.

“You don’t seem like someone who keeps things simple,” she said.

He smiled slightly.

“Only until it stops making sense.”

She looked at him, amused.

“And now?”

He lifted his glass.

“Now I think we’re past simple.”

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