“Hey.”
Hudson didn’t mean for the word to come out too fast.
It just slipped out, half greeting, half apology, as his tray struck the edge of the booth and the world lurched into that awful slow-motion reserved for gravity’s mischief.
The lemon wedge skidded, the glass teetered, and ice scattered like frantic diamonds.
Hudson lunged, caught the glass by the neck, and pinned it upright with his palm. The drink sloshed but didn’t spill. A miracle. His heart, however, did spill