"Yes, clearly," Ana replied, raising one eyebrow. He looked like he'd fallen into his glass, and then decided he'd liked it there. Which might make more sense if she knew what was going on. At least now that they were actually talking instead of texting, she could try and make sense of what had drove him to this point. But first, she needed some food.
She flagged down a passing waitress and ordered herself some wings, fries, and a pitcher of beer, then settled back in her seat to study Callum. "Come on, lobo," she said, taking his hand and patting it. "Tell Abuela what's bothering you."