Prove It To Me

In a well-decorated room, a blonde woman was seated at a large table.

She checked her watch repeatedly while sipping on a glass of wine.

On the table, a feast and a, mostly empty, wine bottle.

It was already dark outside, and the prepared meal had grown cold.

The door she had been watching was finally pushed open.

"You're late."

"Sorry. I was stuck in the ER for-"

"Late, again."

The man's slanted eyes narrowed.

Still, he hung his coat and took a seat opposite her.

"It's good." The man commented after taking a bite.

"Cold is what it is."

The blonde woman watched him as he ate.

The two remained silent for a couple of minutes.

"So. About my brother on Saturday-"

"What about it?" She interrupted.

The man sighed.

He thought he was too tired for this kind of thing.

"It's at 2pm. I'm thinking we can-"

"You can't be serious. You want me to go there? Seriously?"