Make your move

Holding your breath, you quietly make the short dash to the hallway, looking back from your new hiding place to make sure Sarah didn't notice anything. Then you place yourself as close as possible to the front door, swallowing the last of your nervousness before pressing down the handle and swinging the door open!

You can't see the girl from the the doorway, so you know she can't see you as you noisily shuffle around a pair of your shoes and move one of your jackets to another place in the coat-hanger, pretending that you're just arriving through the door!

"H... hello...?!" You hear Sarah's voice call out as you shut the door and move towards the livingroom.

"Oh, hello, Sarah!" You say, acting a bit out of breath and pretending to be surprised to see her as she gets up from the TV-couch. Watching her as you start explaining yourself, you notice that she's quite flustered, and not just by your sudden appearance. She's clearly quite affected by something...

"Shit...! I'm really sorry! I had to drive my wife and kids to the train station!" You explain yourself. "It was my idea to eat out tonight, wanting to surprise her a little, but I had completely forgot we were supposed to go to her parents for the weekend!" You make a miserable grimace before you continue. "So, we had a little fight, and I ended up left behind for the whole weekend..."

"Oh... I'm sorry to hear that...!" Sarah says, but doesn't sound like she really means it... And you notice that she seems very restless, her eyes constantly moving up and down your body instead of staying at one place. Much like you guess you do yourself while looking at her...!

"It's no big deal..." You assure her. "But I'm really sorry for chasing you over here, to no avail at all!"

"T... that's okay...!" She mumbles nervously.

"You're sure...? Okay... Thanks then..." You look around the room, wondering what to say next. "So... You want me to drive you home...? Or would you like to stay for another glass of wine...?"

"Oh...!" She squeals, guiltily looking back at the empty wine-glass sitting on the table. "I... I'm so sorry... I just..."

"It's okay, Sarah." You interrupt her with a friendly smile. "You certainly earned it after all the trouble I put you through! So... would you like another glass?"

"Umm... Yes, please..." She says thankfully as you've already passed her and headed toward the kitchen.

You return with the bottle and another glass, filling both glasses before handing the first one to the nervous looking girl.

"You watching something?" You ask her, turning off the TV as she shakes her head. "Okay, cheers then!"

"Y... Yeah! Cheers!" She replies, taking her glass from your hand and raising it to her lips.

You're both just standing there for a while, eyeing eachother while sipping from your glasses. Watching her keep breathing heavily, as if she's just been out jogging, you start to wonder if it was so wise to put more than just one pill in her glass.