"Tonight," she whispered, her voice not her own, "the phone is off."
He didn't touch her. He walked to a small bar, poured two fingers of bourbon into a crystal glass, and held it out to her. As she took it, his fingers brushed hers. A spark, not of static, but of something deeper. A recognition. Blacked - Malena Nazionale - Once In A Lifetime...
Yet here she was.

