The establishment Matt drove them to was just a tiny little corner bar named Ollie’s. It was dark and quiet inside. Other than the bartender, there were only three other people besides Matt and Calvin. Soft eighties music played.
Matt led them to an even darker corner booth. “What do you want to drink?”
“Cabernet sauvignon.”
“Be right back.”
Calvin hated to admit it, but this wasn’t so terrible.
Matt returned from the bar and set his wine in front of him and scooted into the booth, sitting very close to him.
Calvin felt nervous, jittery. “What did you get?” he asked, eyeing the highball glass of brown liquid.
“Coke.”
“And?”
Matt smiled. “Just Coke. I’m driving precious cargo.”
Calvin rolled his eyes. “You lay it on thick.”
“Yeah, I guess I do,” Matt admitted. “But you’re really
