In the small and cozy bar were just a few people. Some friends talking, a few drunks, and that one girl on the last corner of the bar, sitting alone, the hood covering her head and her face almost not visible. A man tried to approach, but he quickly left her alone again. She was holding a glass of Ron, not doing anything in particular. The music was slow and calm, some parts of the bar were dark. Outside it was raining, the boots of the girl were filled with wet dirt.