Liam stood up from the couch.
Both of them watched him without saying anything.
Clara with her hands folded in her lap and her blue eyes following him across the room.
Elena with her legs crossed and her back straight and her eyes doing the same thing but with less of the obvious about it.
Liam stood up from the couch and both of them watched him go without saying anything.
He walked to the kitchen counter where he had left the bottle after Sofia had given it to him, picked it up and turned it over in his hands and looked at the label properly.
It was a good. But, it wasn't the kind of wine that had a year printed on it that meant something to people who knew what years meant.
He looked at it and then looked toward the living room where Elena was sitting on his couch.
'Would Elena drink something from a corner store,' he thought, turning the bottle over. 'Probably not.'
He sighed and carried it back anyway.
He carried it back and stood in front of the coffee table.
