Tyler was sitting at the bar in the Grill, having a beer. “Aren’t te supposed to tell me I shouldn’t drink this time of day?” he said. Ronnie was cleaning glasses. “No, actually I was going to reproach te for not buying me one”
“Please, be my guest” Tyler detto waving his hand. “Thank you” Ronnie said. She opened the fridge and got herself a birra which she opened with a spoon. She took a sip.
“I haven’t seen te around here” Tyler said. “When did te get here?”
“About a week ago” Ronnie said. “My friend died. I’m here for the funeral”
“I’m sorry to hear that” Tyler said. “How did she die? If I may ask, of course”
Ronnie looked down. “She was murdered…in a way te can’t imagine. I threw up when I saw her body, it was so awful”
“I’m sorry” Tyler repeated.
“It’s fine” Ronnie replied. The door opened and she saw Caroline coming in. “Your girlfriend’s here”
Tyler looked around. “Oh, that’s Caroline” he said. “She’s not my girlfriend”
Ronnie saw how a disappointed and hurt expression appeared on Caroline’s face and Caroline disappeared. Ronnie took a small notebook and wrote down Caroline’s name.