“I’ve gotten close with the owner,” Luna said, but didn’t feel like elaborating on that relationship right now, and not with Will.
Now that Will was sitting on the familiar couch, Luna could feel the discomfort replacing the boldness of her offers. She could feel angry snakes in her belly, and they were all Will’s fault. She turned her attention away from him and over to the liquor cabinet. She was sure Solanine wouldn’t mind if Luna took a little.
But getting him a drink in a private space seemed like such a huge step away from running into him in a bar and she paused, turning to look back at him. “I think maybe this is a mistake.”