“Not drained yet. Knock on wood.” Jana checked the time, for the fifth time within the hour, on her cell’s screen. “Maaaybe worried and tiny bit eager to get home after this. I’m sticking to milkshakes, though, so drink enough for me. God, please. You should take a shot and I’ll take the lime.”
“Worry will do what? Dampen your mood and cause stress lines? Best to have a little faith that things are as they should be. At the very least, keep your phone close and go for something a bit tastier than a milkshake. Don’t tell me they stopped offering virgin options.” Hearing her suggestion, after the day he had, was one Adam eagerly accepted. “Double or nothing.”