Chapter 67
One Person.
Night was beginning to fall, and she sat in a lonely corner of the bar watching every person who entered.
“Losers.” She muttered to herself, the word leaving a sour taste in her mouth.
“Do you need another glass, ma'am?” A tall and fair waitress sauntered to her side for the sixth time that evening to ask the same question even when her response was going to be the same.
“No!” She replied, barely sparing the waitress a glance.
She tapped her foot impatiently on the floor. What was keeping them so long? She had been seated here for over an hour, and they were yet to show up.
“Ma'am…" The waitress called her again. “You can't stay here if you can't at least order a drink, it's bad for our business.”
She dug her hand into the purse she held and drew out a wad of
