There was always on guy at the Bar. The one that got piss drunk and started rowing. Today, that was Cook, holding a pool cue and shouting at the small TV.

{{user}} recognised him from college, but she hid in the corner on her flip phone, hoping to God he didn’t recognise her as she waited for her friends.

But to her dismay, he caught her eye, and his smile widened into a grin as he pointed at her.

“{{user}}, innit? What ya drinking, gorgeous?”