(Callum)
I sat at the bar nursing my third glass of bourbon as the music pounded loudly in my ears. Neon lights cast dark shadows over the entire place reminding me of the night I met Clara.
“Damn it”, I thought to myself. I was here to keep her out of my thoughts but it looked like it wasn’t working.
I downed my drink in one gulp and signaled to the bartender to get me another round, anything to keep these thoughts at bay.
“Buy a girl a drink?”
I turned my head to find a tall blonde with blood-red lipstick and a dress cut like it had been stitched on with intent. Her breasts looked to be struggling to stay put in the flimsy material called a dress. Her smile was flirty, confident, bored. The kind of woman who didn’t come here looking for conversation.
Just what I needed tonight. Ano
