C15 When my time is hers

“Here you go.” I finally turn to face Mia handing her one of the glasses after pouring the dark red liquid into two wineglasses and most importantly; getting a grip on my emotions.

“Thank you.” She half heartily plasters a wry smile onto her face as she takes the stem of the glass between her fingers. Something felt strange about the way she acted, but I didn’t want to push. “It is thick