He looked around the room, feeling lonely. All his friends seemed busy with their lives, spending their spare time with their loved ones. On the other hand, he was still loveless.
He almost had one, but somehow, she slipped away from his fingers. Maybe he was destined to be on his own. Still, what was he doing in this bar, long away from his home?
Was he hoping for another chance encounter? Of course not.
"Can I have another bottle?" He told the bartender, ordering another drink.
He had a new client confined in the hospital that he had to see. Afterward, he entered this establishment and stayed for almost thirty minutes. Now, he was in his third beer. Why was he drinking? Because he missed her, the woman who stole his heart.
