The rule of three

Regret

“No, It's not necessary.” Dean tried to protest.

“Oh rubbish! This is your first big break.” Lyda responded and walked off to the kitchen.

She returned with wine glasses and a bottle of red wine. She filled both glasses past halfway and handed one to him.

“Do you plan to get me drunk?” He laughed

“You're no fun at all.” She playfully sneered at him. “If we are celebrating, why hold back?"

Despite all Lyda's faults, Dean appreciated what she was doing now. All the people who had congratulated him so far have been strangers.

She was the closest thing he had to a family. Even though theirs was a peculiar circumstance and was going to be temporary.

So he relaxed and talked about his day with her, and the visit from the arrogant bank manager.

They laughed at the man’s foolish arrogance and drank glass after glass of red wine.

He knew it was playing with fire to get drunk with Lyda, but this was the first time he had felt somewhat at peace since he had gotten out of prison and he wanted