I turned.
Mila was standing in the doorway watching me.
“What?”
“Why you keep touching that?”
I looked at the bottle.
“I don’t.”
“You did it three times.”
Of course she counted.
“Go get your jacket.”
“Is that for Miss Luna?”
“No.”
“Who is it for?”
“The grown-ups.”
She looked at me.
“You’re a grown-up.”
“Thank you, Mila.”
“You can drink it here.”
I closed my eyes.
“Go get your jacket.”
She disappeared down the hallway, and I looked at the bottle again.
I should leave it.
Probably.
My phone vibrated against the counter.
Luna: You still coming?
I picked it up.
Me: You invited us four days ago.
Luna: That didn’t answer my question.
I smiled.
Me: Yes, Luna. We’re coming.
Her response appeared a few seconds later.