ERIK
Los Angeles by night is f*****g amazing! After getting to the airport, I asked the cab driver to take me to any bar, as long as it's quiet. As I stand outside of this 1930s-style bar, I look at the skyscrapers and the colored lights that make the city come to life.
It feels good to be home. I am here where I belong, but I feel like something is missing. I know what that is, or who it is, but I refuse to think about it. Or her.
I open the door to the club, and I'm impressed with what I see. It is quiet, dimly-lit, and serves classic cocktails, which I happen to enjoy. No one seems to pay any attention to me, and that is just perfect. I go sit by the bar and order a Martini, and within minutes, I have it in my hand.
I take a sip of my drink, and it tastes better than I remember.
