Jesse waves off the apology, but his reply is interrupted by a rap on the door. It’s the bartender with something he’d asked for on the way in, and he brings one of the two drinks to Chloe—a hot toddy. He’s not one for doctored-up drinks most nights, but he’s always liked this one for a little comfort in the cold.

“Nobody is gonna die if they can’t get their cheap beer tonight. I’m not put out none.” He holds out glass for her to take. “Careful. It’s a little hot.”