In The Moment
“Hey, Tommy.” I stand politely as he reaches the table hand outstretched, but he goes in for the cheek kiss. I laugh it off and mumble, “Nice to meet you, in person.” He nods and does a full 360 of the bar, catches the barman’s eye, and nods to the remnants of the drink in front of me. “I am sorry, but you are over forty-five minutes late, so I have had a few drinks.” I hate that I have justified myself. He scrunches his eyes a bit, like he is thinking, but I know he is trying to find a clever way to make this appear that being late will not be his fault. “Babes” he draws the word out, holding his arms wide in a ‘don’t be like that gesture’. “No worries on …