Chapter 38: Care to Share?
Kaya
"Excuse me?" My eyes widen as I try to decipher what she meant by that remark.
Samantha lifts an eyebrow, as if baffled by my confusion. "The moon," she says, then gestures toward my hair, her grin widening. "Your silver hair, your eyes––you look like the moon."
She lets out an awkward chuckle, and it finally clicks—she isn’t that great at joking. Noted. But I suppose that should be the least of my concerns right now.
"Do you drink?" she asks abruptly, reaching for the wine bottle again. Before I can fully process the question, she’s already working the cork loose, her movements practiced and efficient.
"I... yes, I do," I answer cautiously, watching as she expertly wedges the room key into the cork and twists.
"Great!" Samantha exclaims as the bottle opens with a satisfying pop. "I enjoy drinking, but the longer I do it alone, the more I start to think I might have a problem."
I stare at her, momentarily dumbfounded. It takes me a second to realize she’s trying not to laugh. I force a small, awkward smile, feeling oddly obligated to acknowledge her attempt at humor.
With an easy gesture, she motions for me to sit on one of the couches near the window. As I settle in, she pours the wine into two glasses, then flops onto the couch beside me, looking perfectly at ease.
For a moment, we sit in companionable silence. Then, with a soft sigh, she takes the first sip.