"Wait, please don't go," I call out once more.
No one answers. Only his familiar fragrance of cedarwood lingers, and as the light breeze brushes through my hair. I look up, and there is a crystal-clear view of the night's sky. I can even hear the crickets and frogs chattering back and forth. I think to myself, "The sky seems clear for just having such a huge storm not moments ago... that is so strange..."
Something new I had never smelled before tickles my nose. "What is that?" I sniff the air, smelling what reminds me of a light evening musk.
I look around, hoping no one is coming out from the bar. All there is in the parking is Mr. Carnigan's Spotless black Mercedes-Benz and Mr. Doonesbury's gold Chevy pickup truck. I look down at my watch and realize from the time I walked out the d
