“That’s gorgeous,” she said. She took a pull from her bottle. “Seriously.”
“You gonna share that?” I held out my hand. I took several swallows. The sunset was gorgeous, but that didn’t matter. I sighed.
“Mr. Sourpuss,” she said. “So you got fired. Big deal. You’ll get another job.”
“Yeah, well. Maybe I don’t want one. Maybe I’m no good.”
She took back the bottle. “Good. Self-pity. That’s a great strategy.”
“Look, I’m just venting. Don’t you be angry at me too.”
Her eyes flared. “Angry? Me? Why would I be angry?”
I didn’t answer. She got up, walked away.