~ Lily ~
By the time the bar officially closed, I should have been home but this had become a recurring theme in my life lately — I should have been home, I should have been sleeping, I should have been reviewing contracts scheduled for tomorrow’s board meeting. Instead, I was sitting at the same stool I’d occupied for almost five hours while the remaining customers filtered toward the exit and the staff cleaned around us.
At some point, I’d stopped checking the time. At some point, I’d stopped pretending I wasn’t enjoying myself. Both developments felt equally concerning.
A waitress carried a stack of chairs past me and flipped them upside down onto nearby tables. The room looked different without customers. smaller and more intimate. For some reason, I liked it better.
“You know norm
