THE IVORY BAR
Miguel's ex fiancee, Bridget, sat by herself at a bar, with her fingers gently holding a glass of wine.
It was her third glass, and she could feel its strength as it warmed her insides.
She glanced at her wristwatch for the umpteenth time as the seconds were ticking away, slower than usual, or so it seemed to her anxious mind.
She kept on checking her phone for any missed calls or messages, but there was none.
"Is Seth standing me up now?" She said to herself in a low voice that was barely audible.
She let out a soft sigh and turned to the bartender who was a friendly man who had been serving drinks since she arrived. “Busy night?” she asked casually, attempting to distract herself from the silence.
The bartender shrugged. “Not too bad. You know how it is—weekends al
