Gemma stared as Alfie leaped up, knocked he table over, saved the table from completely falling, and then gave her a smile she couldn't help but feel was a last ditch effort to look somewhat sane. And was it her, or had he just managed to break the glass in his hand?
Someone was jittery this afternoon. Maybe coffee wasn't the best idea. "Gotcha. Better early than late."
Slowly, she moved to sit down in the chair he offered, but hesitated as she passed him by. "Jesus, Alfie. Is your hand bleeding?!"