24: Deva
Deva
They booked a table in the restaurant carriage, but Deva said she needed a moment to get ready. When she arrived, Wrench already had a couple of drinks on the table. She looked at them as she sat.
“How come you get wine?”
He shrugged. “Thought you’d be okay with water. It’s what you normally have with a meal.”
“So do you.”
“Felt like a change, is all. Get yourself something else if you want.”
Which wasn’t like Wrench. He normally rushed to get her whatever she wanted.
“Water’s fine.” She took a sip. “At least it’s chilled. You ordered yet?”
“Didn’t know what you wanted.”
“You didn’t guess? Maybe a steak for yourself, a small salad for me?”
He bit his lower lip. “I know you like your food. Don’t be like that.”
Deva took another sip.
She looked out of the window. T
