I smile and shake my head at him while passing the bill thingy back to the bartender. I grab the keys and throw it in my pocket, walking upstairs while humming.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I love her dearly, but I can’t live with her for a day without feeling my whole life is wasting away. — Miss Kenton, The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro