The alcohol’s strong, but Dan’s inured. He may as well be drinking water for all the reaction he has, nothing but a look of mild satisfaction. White rum isn’t his favorite; he’s always preferred alcohol that was sugary and syrupy, but sharing a drink with someone is one of those irenic oases from the stress of life.

Periodically, he watches Miguel’s shadow and reflection in the window instead of Miguel under the guise of just observing his surroundings, but actually keeping an eye on Miguel’s body language. He sees both the tension and the release, so he isn’t surprised when he looks up and Miguel’s eyes are closed in a brief moment of respite.

“So, what do you get up to when you ain’t working?”