Life is too short for boring stories

She stands there petrified, flying over the chaos of liquids and broken glass that spreads there on the floor. The intensity of his reaction intimidates her. Something has happened, but she can’t figure it out. Did she do anything wrong? And if so, what? There is embarrassment in his eyes, but also something else. Can that be a relief?
„I think I owe you an explanation,“ he finally breaks the silence, thus relieving the tension a little.
„I think so too,“ she replies softly, „After all, I’m already a tall girl and can drink whiskey, although it was kind of weird.“
„Sit down, I’ll explain it to you,“ he tells her, and after she does, he takes the place opposite her.

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