She had the pistol now in her waist. The way she held it made Blake feel nervous. Like she has killed before and now she was waiting for something to happen. Or like she knew something would happen, and soon.
They walked back to hotel together, first on the beach. Then this black asphalt so covered in sand it was gray with patterns of the wind on it.
"You want a drink?" She asked.
"Uh, sure." He said.
"Do you want me to call you Steve? I didn't know him that well. He was my mom's friends
Zumba
instructor." She said.
"Oh I uh didn't really think about it."
"Well you should decide at one point."
The bar was empty aside from a couple in one of the booths. They had many pamphlets on the table. No drinks but they were studying them. More like designers, like they were appreciating them. Not using them for any purpose.
She sat at the bar.
"For me a single whiskey, what do you got? I guess sure Jameson. For him the same double."
She said. Then looked at him, and shrugged.
He made a face like that works.
The bar was themed like a pirate ship. Old than him he thought. There were some pictures in one corner, passport photos of random people. Maybe they used to come every year. He went to the other corner, there was one window that looked out to the sea, under it on a shelf were different sea shells.
When he sat down finally she said. "You ever have whiskey before?"
