The door to his study was ajar. He was stretched out on the couch, one arm over his eyes, a few papers scattered on his chest , a tumbler with a little scotch at hand's reach. They had had a rough day of work. She smiled and knocked softly on the door. He opened his eyes.
He smiled at her."Hey" He looked at his watch. Ten PM. "Doing extra hours?"
He collected the stray papers and sat up." You should learn to kick back sometimes"
She laughed a little "Right back at you." She walked in."You look exhausted. Why didn't you go home?"
"Oh well, you know… No one to go home to."
"There's no one here, either"
"You were here", he said, looking straight into her eyes.
She tried not to blush."Yes, and I'm going home now. And so should you."
There were a few seconds of awkward silence as neither of them knew what to say next.
Suddenly he stood up " I've got a better idea", he said. He grabbed hold of her hand and marched out of his study, pulling her with him.
"Where we going?" she asked laughing lightly.
"Out. Going to get drunk"
"I highly doubt that" He was still holding onto her hand, pulling her with him.
"Oh, trust me. Your car or mine?"