Liability wrote:
Abigail followed Jacob, as they walked side by side to the car waiting for her. Jacob opened the door for her, as any real gentleman would, and she stumbled inside, not in the most elegant way possible, but still not in a way that showed how much she'd had to drink, she thought. She sat up, looking straight at Jacob, who stood outside the, still open, door. "That's my cup," she said, eyeing the red solo cup in his hand, not thinking about the fact that he was clearly busy with something on the phone in his other hand. "Are you leaving me?"