He couldn't risk upsetting a customer—even one who was already three sheets to the wind.
“It’s fine, really. If anything happens, I’ll take responsibility,” Sarah insisted.
The waiter had no choice but to do as she asked.
By the time they’d managed to get some aspirin down Larry Adams, Sarah was sweating bullets.
The waiter, worried Larry might wake up and start causing trouble, quickly gathered his things and ducked out.
Camila and her friends didn’t stop him.
Finally, the two women had a moment to talk about Larry’s situation.
“Camila, do you think he got himself this drunk because of a breakup or something?” Sarah asked.
Camila paused, actually considering it for a moment before shaking her head. “I doubt it. I’ve never even heard of Mr. Adams having a girlfriend.”
Sarah frowned. “So what happened, then? And what are we supposed to do now?”
Camila hesitated. Back when Dennis Williams was around, they could always call him if anything went wrong. But now Dennis was all the way over in Cabinda. Even if she called, it wouldn’t help them tonight.
And as far as she knew, Larry’s family was also in Cabinda…
They had coworkers, sure, but it was the middle of the night—not exactly the right time to call for help.
Camila ran through her mental list of options and came up empty. Finally, she turned to Sarah and said, “Looks like we’ll have to keep watch tonight. After all, Mr. Adams has helped Lillian so much. We’re friends, sort of. I can’t just leave him like this.”
“Yeah, we should at least wait until he sobers up,” Sarah agreed, unable to bring herself to leave either.
So they settled in to wait for Larry to wake up.
They chatted, Sarah kept sipping her wine, but Camila held back—worried that if they both got tipsy, there’d be no one left to look after Larry. As a result, Sarah got a little buzzed, while Camila stayed stone-cold sober.
As the hours dragged on, midnight came and went...
Camila started to feel drowsy. She wasn’t used to staying up so late, and by the time it was past two, her eyelids were getting heavy.
Just as she was dozing off, there was a sudden knock at the door.
Camila jolted upright, instantly awake.
Sarah, on the other hand, was out cold—snoring away on the couch, completely oblivious.
Camila gently moved her, tucked a blanket over her shoulders, and went to answer the door.


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