STEFAN POV
I arrived at the bar, and there she was, sitting in front of the bartender, looking forlorn.
She was sipping on her drink looking sad.
I walked up to her and whispered in her ear.
"Hey, little one."
She turns to look at me.
"Hey, wise one."
"Are you okay?" l ask her.
She shook her head.
I stroked her hair gently.
"Tell me what's wrong."
"It's nothing important, just a silly matter."
"Well if it's silly, you won't look so sad. Tell me."
She looks down and doesn't say a thing.
I look at the bartender.
"Hey bud, give me a glass."
"Coming right up."
"What's your name?" I ask the bartender.
"Will you tell me your name?" he asks with a wink.
"I get your point. Anonymity is best."
"Always the best," he replied as he handed me a glass.
"So what do you say we go to a
