She’s Not Hallucinating

But she barely talked to the man, and the things she said couldn’t possibly be construed as offensive. Kira suppressed the urge to demand an answer from the man. Austyn had the most eccentric friends, she thought. ‘Would you like something else to drink?’ Luca asked. ‘I noticed you didn’t touch any of the drinks on the table.’ The low glass table in front of their sofa was covered with bottles of vodka, rum, tequila, red wine, gin, and whisky. All spirits. ‘Are you a teetotaller?’ Luca asked. ‘Oh, I’m not,’ Kira said. ‘It’s just that I’m more of a beer drinker.’ ‘They have craft beer on tap, I think. Which do you prefer—IPA, pilsner, stout?’ ‘I prefer the type that comes in a can and can be bought at a supermarket,’ Kira thought. She said, ‘Thank you, though I would like just a glass of orange juice if that’s okay.’ ‘Sure.’ Luca pressed a button on the wall behind the sofa to summon a waiter. Kira was impressed by how considerate the captain was. ‘Snacks?’ Luca asked when a waiter came