The next evening Jenn goes to the bar once again, and goes directly to where she had been seated the previous night. Her eyes scan over the people of the bar but she doesn’t see the man who helped her the previous night. She orders herself a screwdriver and starts sipping away on the vodka and orange juice mixture in the tall glass. It’s not long till the scrawny guy of the previous night steps into the bar again. This time he gives her one look and then walks in the opposite direction. Jenn can’t help but get a smile on her face when she makes eye contact with him and he immediately looks away. After sitting for a while, she makes her way over to the bar, she bacons Chuck over with a nod.
“That middle aged man of last night, what do you know about him?” she whispers to the barman.
Chuc
