He'd found her drinking as she liked to do when she wanted (no... needed..?) to feel especially grown up. She fixed him with a serious gaze and pointed her frosted mug as if to say "caught you." He wondered if she even really appreciated the taste of whatever was contained in those frosty confines, but judging by the glazing over her vision that no longer mattered. He situated himself into the seat beside her.
"Vincent."
Silence.
"Vinnie"
"..."
"I knew you would come."
He glanced her way, expression steady. This was in impossible statement of fact due to the fact that they'd been on different continents until yesterday and he refused to neither answer nor even listen to any of her messages. For reasons he had yet to find a convincing answer to.
"But I knew you would come." She repeated, although he had not said anything. The mug left her fingers and rested back upon the glass ringed bar as her head drooped towards his shoulder rather awkwardly.
"You always come."