“What can I get you?” Ariella sensed someone at the bar and spoke while she cut lemons, only glancing up at the other person. She had been working more hours than ever now that she wasn’t working for Ian York, and was towards the end of a long shift.
It was uncommon for Liviana to be anywhere other than her home or within the library of the university but on this evening she was feeling a need to be elsewhere. “Just an orange juice please.” Her response was automatic. She placed her elbow on the bar and her head within her hand. Realisation of where she was then struck. Her drink choice may not have been the best. “Maybe something else also in a few minutes.”

















