That night, Jacob was sitting at the bar, hunched over his glass. His tie was loose, and his shirt was wrinkled, eyes red too. It was the exact way he'd been for the last few weeks since the woman.
He thought he loved made him look like a fool. A stranger slipped on the stool beside him. He was a big man but he was an ordinary looking guy, nothing remarkable about him. But that was the point.
"Hey." The man started, but Jacob groaned and waved a hand immediately. "f**k off. I'm not in the mood."
The stranger chuckled softly, not bothered by his behaviour. "Relax. Just here for a drink."
He ordered a shot, then muttered loud enough for Jacob to hear, "This world's going to s**t anyway. Rich assholes everywhere, while the rest of us choke. And people still care about goddamn celebrit
