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... ttendant approaches with a polite smile, taking Matthew's drink order.
"Scotch, neat," Matthew says.
She looks at me and smiles. "And for you, Ma'am?"
"I will just take a glass of white wine, thank you," I reply politely.
As she walks away, I glance at him. He has already turned back to the window, his shoulders stiff.
The drinks arrive swiftly, and Matthew downs his scotch in one long gulp before signaling for another.
Wow, he really is so anxious ...
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