Restless, she ventured downstairs and poured herself a bit of wine.

Out on the balcony, she leaned against the railing, swirling the glass.

The wine danced within.

She took a sip, wrinkling her nose slightly.

Drinking was not her usual scene.

In the distance, car headlights approached.

Though blurry, she recognized it as Isaac's car.

Before long, it pulled in.

The headlights were off.

The car rolled in, its lights dimmed.

The door creaked open and a figure emerged. His silhouette stretched across the ground, trailing...

Camila moistened her lips. "Isaac."

Isaac glanced up.

Spotting Camila on the balcony, he inquired, “You're still up?"

"I was waiting on you," she replied.

A grin spread across Isaac's face.

He studied her. "Have you been hitting the bottle?"

"Yes."

Camila swirled her glass and downed the last drop.

"Did you drink too much?" Isaac asked.