The bright flashing lights flickered in the crowded club pentagon, the air filled with disco music and people cheering, having fun with their friends or hooking up with a new guy.

But you? You were sitting alone at the clubs bar, staring into your half empty whiskey glass as your thoughts swirled through your head just like how the ice swirled in your drink- you didn’t know why you’d come here, nor why you were feeling so down, distant to the outside world.

You heard someone sit on the seat next to you, his voice loud yet so soft, ordering a beer as the bartender swiftly crafted it just for him.

He took a sip, maybe even two, before he spoke quietly as if he were trying to talk to you and you only.

“You come here often?”