His hands shook as he poured the whisky and some sloshed over the cup’s rim onto his fingers. Dzinski set the cup and bottle down on the table between them.
“Not too steady, aren’t you,” the girl said.
He gave her an embarrassed smile and said a wave must’ve knocked against the ferry. She rolled her eyes and stared out the window. The city grew farther and further away.
Dzinski screwed the top on the bottle slipped it into his jacket pocket. The girl drew into herself. He wondered if bringing her back home was the right thing to do.