Chapitre 101: We Are Already Talking

She poured herself another glass and peered at the black wine bottle and saw that she drank most of it, yet the person she's waiting for hasn't come. She sighed and hugged herself. The ocean breeze felt colder tonight. 

As she sipped the wine, she wondered if it was a mistake to stay in. She should have joined Luke than wait for someone that maybe won't come. 

The last time she checked the time, it was thirty minutes past nine. He said his daughter goes to bed at eight. 

Watching the lights from down below, and listening to the ringing of laughter somewhere, she felt pathetic waiting for Noah. She downed her glass in one go, then poured the remaining wine in the bottle. She would finish this one drink and just go to bed.