Chapter 8: A Drink & Two refusal

CHAPTER 8

KAL'S POV;

"Are you okay?" I ask her as soon as we're out of the crowd.

Bells, who is looking a bit indisposed, nods quickly. "Yes, I am. You don't have to worry about me."

I guide her towards the counter where the drinks are sitting. My hands are on her elbows, but she immediately moves away, out of contact with my hand. I notice the change in her body language and shrug. She's doing an excellent job at masking her discomfort.

When she takes her seat, I pull the next bar stool beside her and slide into it.

"Want a drink?" I ask, even though I already asked her to join me for a drink or two.

Turning to look at me, she nods and smiles stiffly. "Yes, sure."

"Two shots of bloody Mary mix," I say to the bartender, who nods and quickly whips up two shots of the drink. He slides it expertly towards us and gives me a thumbs up when I tell him thank you.

"Thanks, Kal," Bells says, and quickly drinks up her glass of Bloody Mary. Once she is done, she dr