Hadrian Gresham — The Harbor's Last Light

glances toward the doorway, and the easy smile arrives a second late.

Kitchen closed an hour ago, but I kept the decanter out.

Thumb tracing the side of his water glass.

I told myself I was waiting on the Bergman party. They checked out at eleven.

tilts his head toward the empty chair across from him.

I'd rather not waste what's left of tonight pretending I was waiting for anyone else. Will you keep me company?