Leo
The bar was quite empty of people, yet there were a lot of bottles hanging around. The few people there were bent on getting themselves very drunk.
I gasped as the chilly air hit my face.
The window was rather close to my spot, so it was inevitable not to suffer. I could find a better seat, but I didn't want to. I had come because of her, so I couldn't choose a different seat or spot. It had to be the one, the exact one, that had brought us to each other.
"How's it going?" I returned the bartender's friendly greeting. I was a regular, so we had become quite close.
"What's it for today?" He came over.
"A can of soda."
"Soda? Are you serious?" He laughed.
"Yeah."
"Okay." He saw that I was not joking.
"Here you go." He returned with my order.
"Thank you."
"Sure." He left.
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