“It's just us for now,” he said, “Skeeter should be here soon.” Patti didn't look too impressed with that information, she seemed almost disappointed, in fact. Doug interpreted this as meaning that she was already tired of his company, that she was going to make the situation needlessly awkward because of it. That didn't make him very happy.
“Would you like a drink while we wait?” he asked her, gesturing towards the kitchen.
“Thanks. I'd love one.”
“Is orange juice cool? Or a Coke, maybe?” He hoped that she didn't ask for something clear, like water or Sprite – he was worried that the roofies wouldn't dissolve so untraceably in that.
“Orange juice sounds fine,” she smiled.
“Great,” he smiled back. “Why don't you go wait in my room, and I'll be right up with the drinks,” he finished, pointing up the stairs.
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