Writer's pov
Gibson's bar & steakhouse… (Chicago)
Henry sat in a chair, at the farther end of the restaurant.. with a cigarette in his hand.
Even though, he's sitting next to the window, but he's still hidden from everyone's eyes…
But he can clearly see anyone, that comes in or goes out of the restaurant from where he's sitting.
He balanced his cigarette stick between his lips… and sucked in a good amount of smoke.
Seconds later, he puffed some smoke out, watching the smoke comes our from both his nostrils and mouth…he smiled in satisfaction.
He reached for his bottle of beer on the table, then took a few gulps.
'Mr O'Briens" someone called him.
He lifted his head slowly, he smirked when he saw who it was.
'You kept me waiting" Henry state.
'I know, I'm sorry"
Henry simply nodd
