Within a few minutes a girl came over. “Hello, sour-puss.”
I managed a grin. “Hello, bright-eyes.”
“That’s better. You look as though you needed cheering up.”
“I do.”
She came over and stood with her elbows on the back of the chair opposite, waiting for my invitation. She didn’t expect me to get up, and seemed surprised when I did.
“How about a drink?” I asked.
She said, “I’d love one.” She looked around as I was seating her, hoping some of the others would notice.
A waiter popped up from nowhere.
“Whisky and plain water,” she ordered.
“What’s yours?” he asked me.