After sending Rita home, I went back to the office to deal with some business matters.
In the evening, I received a message from Spencer.
It read, “Charles, would you like to join us? Everyone is here.”
I replied, “Okay.I’ll be there soon.”
I typed as I walked out of the office.
Spencer owned the Mint Bar.
It was one of the most popular bars in the city, and tonight, it was particularly crowded.
As soon as I walked in, I saw Spencer and David.
We all had been friends since we were little boys.
“Have you seen Scarlett?”
Spencer asked as soon as I was in front of him.
“Yes,” I answered and then asked the bartender to serve me a glass of whiskey.
“Are you really divorcing her?” Spencer pressed, coming closer to me.
“Yes,” I answered impatiently and lit a cigarette.
“How could you, man? Scarlett’s, like, our girl.We grew up with her.You and Rita are being cruel to her.”
I blew a puff of smoke in the air as the bartender set my drink in front of me.
I decided not to answer Spencer and just drank my whiskey.
But what he said was true.
Truth be told, I was nervous when I spoke to Scarlett last night about the divorce.
Meanwhile, she just sat there the entire time, looking all calm and collected.
I could not decide whether it bothered or impressed me.
We had not seen each other for three years.
She was no longer the sweet little girl who wore her heart on her sleeve.
She had grown a lot.
Seeing her again in that cool disposition upset me a little.
“Did she agree?” David asked curiously.
“Yes, she did.”
At this time, I was regretting my decision to come out and meet my friends.
I just wanted to have a drink with them, and here they were grilling me with all these questions.