Lena slowly drew closer to Jamie and she inspected the bag. Inside were more than a dozen pills, and the sight of them made her feel sick and angry at the same time. "Fucking hell," she hissed under her breath. "I don't- I mean, things had been going so well."
Thomas chose that inopportune moment to walk into the room, whistling Christmas tunes off-key. "Hey guys!" he said cheerfully.
"You fucking ass!" Lena growled at him. As she twisted to face him, she grabbed a pillow off the sofa and tossed it in his direction, though it sailed neatly past him.
"Uhm...okay?" Thomas raised his eyebrows, politely confused.