After leaving Adrian, Melinda made her way to the bar. She could use another drink, she decided. And it wasn't as if she had to go in to work tomorrow. Monday would be soon enough, especially since the Ministry was all anyone seemed to want to talk about tonight.
Slipping onto a stool, she leaned against the polished bar and looked down the expanse of wood to try to catch Tom's eyes. He was busy reading the bloody newspaper. She sighed loudly.