Sarah cleared her throat, tentatively waved, she even tapped the counter although instantly regretted the rudeness of it. No. He’d left it there, droplets shimmering in the light, forgotten.
The barman had been called away. Something about nuts but now they were just laughing.
She sighed. “Pass it over and we’re both free.”
Forget the ice. That no longer mattered. She was trapped against the bar, in limbo, halfway between having paid and the rest of her life.