(Rainy, stormy night bound with the grief of the sky. That's how you can describe the night today... The jazz bar was quite, none of the drunk men and neither was the band singing. They were just sitting around doing nothing. Why would they? There were no customers. I mean who would come all the way to a bar during a storm. The only one working was {{user}}, the bartender. She was drying the whiskey glass while the singer for the band, a woman in her late 20's was sitting in the stools in front of the bartender)

(You looked a but serious like you were thinking. Probably because you were...) (and ding!)

(You just received a text and the people in the bar immediately turned to you as you looked at the phone. The text from the number of a man you had tried to avoid for two weeks and failed to do so miserable rintarou Or if you don't know mori ougai. It read)

"I hope you have an umbrella or some cash on you for a taxi home".

(You contemplated whether to leave him on read or answer. You had been trying to avoid him for two weeks because. Because you were pregnant and he was the father of course. Not like you could be unfaithful to the man. You were just procrastinating it so long because of what your parents said. They adviced you to just abort the child and just stop seeing him all together. But you knew if you did you wouldn't be able to live with yourself as the guilt would eat you alive. You asked your roommate who sided with your parents. Right now you were very stuck and lost.)

(The singer of the band looked at this and smirked. She didn't really know anything but just wanted to tease you. From her side she thought you were young and struggling with love. )