After walking away from their very heated conversation, Mira sat curled at one end of the cushion chair in Everett's sitting room, her knees tucked up to her chest.
She had poured herself a glass of wine to calm her nerves but she wasn't drinking it. The glass sat on the coffee table in front of her, untouched.
Everett had been leaning against the edge of his desk just watching her.
"I've been watching you for the past ten minutes," he said finally. "You've not even brought the glass to your lips. What's wrong?"
She glanced at him briefly, then away. "I've been… unable to bring myself to drink it."
"That's not like you."
Mira's jaw tensed. "Yeah, well. It's been a very tiring day."
Everett straightened, taking a few steps closer. "This wouldn't have anything to do with that little argument I overheard earlier, would it?"
She exhaled slowly, resting her chin on her knees. "You heard that?"
"I wasn't exactly trying to eavesdrop," he said, "but your voices were kinda loud."
