The hours dragged by, eventually after a lot of clock watching five o'clock came, quickly after we were sitting in The Beswick.
What could I say about this pub? It had character. The usual old men were around. Alfred with his three legged dog, Hop were in for a few then there were the students that piled through the door for the cheep drink and the quirky surroundings. Not a chair in the place matched, the wooden tables had seen better days and the DJ was playing some awful tunes yet I had some of my best memories here.
"Ah, I love this place." Marcy smiled sipping her vodka coke.
"Me too." It was one of the few places you could just be yourself and that alone was a beautiful feeling.
I don't know what made me look at the door. Martin walked in with graceful strides. His blue eyes were
