The George was busy, the Friday night crowd already pass tipsy town and on their way to drunksville. Harry Pearce was in the corner away from the bankers and admin assistants of the day, he had a pint barely sipped in front of him and standing lonely on the side was a glass of white wine, a tears of condensation was pooling at the base of the glass. Harry stuck his finger in the pool and used the water to draw a pattern on the table, it took him a moment for him to realise that he was slowly drawing the blueprints for the grid on the table, he quickly wiped them away with the sleeve of his black woollen coat. He then pulled up his sleeve still five minutes to go. He when to play with the pool again when the glass disappeared off the table. He looked up and the glass was now at the lips of her. She drank some of its liquid, and placed it on the table.
"Hello Harry" she said.
He smiled "Hello Ruth"
"Now, you wanted to talk about my cats? Are they all right?"