Cloudscape

Mancini was thoughtfully holding a glass of wine, seeming lost in thought as he somberly stared through it with that look of calculation that was so typical of the man. Wright, on the other side of the table, was sipping from the same wine with delight, but he could not help noticing the expression on his friend's face.
"Is something wrong?" he asked. "It's nothing with the wine, I hope?" he added, when he saw how fixedly he was staring at his own glass. "I personally think the wine is delicious."
"It is, it is," Mancini said gloomily. "That's what I was just thinking. If I drink it, it's gone."