Pouring the drinks
Pouring the drinks, I felt a palpable tension hang in the air. Michael arrived, and we settled into our seats.
I could tell he was uneasy, glancing around the room as if searching for an escape. My hands were steady, but my heart was pounding.
‘Here’s to us,’ I said, raising my glass in an attempt to ease the atmosphere. In that moment, I knew a breakthrough was near.