Noah walks with his jacket in hand and hair disheveled. He had run his hands through it multiple times begging Nichole to please not break up with him. He never expected that their relationship of ten years would come to an end so soon. They have been dating since he was seventeen years old. Everyone had supported them how was he going to tell his mom that the ship had sunk?
He plopped to the bar and sat. He gave the barman a small smile.
"Good evening, what can I get you?" he asked.
"Whiskey" he murmurs taking out his phone and setting it on the table. It chimes and the screen turns on. A picture of Nichole in her bathing suit greets him. He groans at the thought of her. "I need to get drunk," he tells the barman
The bar nods and gets to refilling his glass every time he downs the cup
