Alice felt utterly dejected, as if doused with ice water.
Her heart sank. So, this was how Raymond chose to reject her—so swift and heartbreakingly ruthless.
She sniffled as the first drops of a gentle rain began to fall, dampening her long, platinum-blonde curls. Having just recovered from her illness, she sneezed several times in the cold air.
As she turned to leave, she heard the bartender's hurried footsteps.
He called out to her, offering a large coat. "My boss said this is for you. It's cold today, and you look a bit weak. Don't catch another cold," he said.
"Oh, thank you," Alice replied, her voice slightly nasal, her nose still red from the sneezing, then shook her head, declining the coat. "It's alright. I'll just call a cab. But thank your boss for the thought."
The bartend
