Kyle
It was another night after work that I was at The Corner. My home away from home.
I’d always found that the best place to be alone was somewhere with a lot of people. It was ironic, but I liked being surrounded by people, even if I was by myself— which I preferred to be. It beat the silence that crowded me at home. What I didn’t like was that, since I was out and about, I had to put on somewhat of a fake happy face so no one would see me scowling.
The Corner was a quaint place with rough wooden panels on the walls, exposed wooden pillars and everything decorated in shades of brown. It wasn’t a classy joint. They served craft beers and food, and I could sit right at the bar if I wanted to. If I’d had to get a table, I wouldn’t have frequented the place. Nothing screamed “loser” more
