Chapter 13

• It's gradual. How she leaves. How slowly a new mixologist is a familiar face on the night shift.
• What wasn't gradual, however, was James's reaction when she tells him. Roaring in his ears, resignation held limply in his hands as he speaks as carefully as he can “Are you sure? What's going on?” his frown of concern had been met with a small but reassuring smile, Ella nodding as they walked the staff halls to start their shift.
• “I'm sure James. But I won't be going anywhere until you can find a replacement.” she heard the unspoken question under his words, shrugging slightly “Nothing. I'm just... tired.”