As Amara entered the dimly lit bar, she took a moment to pause, letting her eyes adjust to the low light and scanning the room for her friend Rosie. The bar was bustling with the usual evening crowd, the hum of conversations blending with the soft background music. The warm, amber glow from the hanging lamps cast a cozy yet lively atmosphere over the patrons seated at various tables and along the bar counter.
After a few seconds of searching, Amara spotted Rosie sitting alone at a corner table, a half-empty glass in front of her. Rosie’s shoulders were slumped, and she stared blankly at her drink, absentmindedly swirling the amber liquid. The sight of Rosie drinking by herself sent a pang of concern through Amara.
Making her way through the throng of people, Amara navigated around groups
