Betty.
“I hate you!” The girl across from me bawled at her boyfriend.
From their argument, I’d learnt he was cheating on her with her best friend, a blonde who did nothing but infuriate the girlfriend.
It was as if I was watching a TV show.
I sat alone at the bar close to the counter half listening to the sad song playing in the background, and also straining to pay attention to the scene unfolding just a few tables away.
I lifted the glass of vodka to my lips and gulped it, the amber liquid burning its way down my throat.
Damn, this f*****g liquor, making me wince at every swallow but I loved it, at least it made me feel something anything else than loneliness and …. Sadness.
“It’s over between us! I hate both of you!” The girl shrieked before storming out of the bar.
And guess
