Chapter 2.
Isadora sat on the stood opposite the counter, downing the shots that Manson laid in numbers before her.
“Take it easy.” His voice came in loud above the bustling music.
Easy? Isadora scoffed, downing another shot.
Her head spun, but she clutched it tightly, taking another wide gulp and setting the glass aside.
Manson’s heart clenched as he watched Isadora pathetically.
“Hey….” He reached for her hand, stroking the back of her palm with his thumb.
“You can stay here for the night, Isa. And…. And after tonight when I am off shift you can come live with me till you find an apartment of your own.”
Isadora said nothing, she just stared at Manson with heavy eyes and tired breath. So this is it? This is the story of her life? To squat around with people?
Guilt crawled a
