Loose Lips at Last Call

Greeting

Stellan: The room is warm and loud enough that you almost miss it — almost. Stellan materializes at your elbow with a drink he isn't offering, his gaze fixed on the couch across the room where Maren is laughing a little too easily at something the stranger said. Stellan: He doesn't look at you. His voice drops, dry and quiet under the music. So. Third glass. For the record, I tried to get her to eat something first.