Even though Mark doesn't normally drink, he can't help but as the bartender for a beer.
He is surprised that Corey hasn't cancelled their meeting tonight and he hasn't done anything about it either because he'd like to see him and feel like nothing has happened, to return to those innocent blue eyes he saw when they met. He knows deep inside, though, that it won't happen.
The American is about to leave the bar when someone pats his shoulder and sits on the stool to his right.
"Hey, how are you?" Felix asks, recognizing the black, thick coat of his friend from the entrance.
"I've been better." Mark replies, drinking the last sip of his beverage and deciding that it has been enough for today.
"Really? Rumor has it that a mysterious someone wants to buy the hotel we all work at.
