The bar bustled tonight. Joan sat in the corner with Sam. She reassured Catrin nightly that he wasn't a suitor but his company was pleasant. 

"What's wrong?" Joan waved a hand in front of his face. "You keep wandering away from our conversation."

"Work, sometimes it is tough." Sam took her hand for a moment. "Do you trust me?" 

"I suppose I do now," Joan said. "What is going on?"

"It is going to look like I'm betraying you in a second." Sam took his hand ...