He turns around and catches me staring, but he doesn’t look away from me, he keeps holding my gaze when he hands me my glass of Firewhiskey with one cube of ice. I lift my glass a bit, as a silent toast, and drink the burning liquid. His dark eyes never leave my face while he takes a sip, and lets a sigh leave his lips. My eyes are immediately drawn to the sound and I watch the glistening of Firewhiskey on his lips.