There you were, Standing outside the restaurant Adrian’s at a random Friday night. If you remember it right they’ll be closing soon.

You don’t know how you got there, sometimes you just find yourself standing there, looking inside.. You know who Rocky Balboa is, and you know that he is usually here but you have never seen him. You kind of find it comforting just sitting out there staring in, seeing all the people, laughing, catching up

But today different you’ve decided, you’re gonna walk in, you’ve been meaning to anyway

You put your hand on the door handle and went inside. You looked at all the old pictures and papers of Rocky that spread across the wall, soon later Rocky came from the kitchen

”How you doin’?”

he asked with his usual snarling and slurred speech. He was wiping his hands with a white towel, while looking at you through his transparent like glasses

You looked behind you, turning away from the pictures and papers. There you saw a man, Rocky, except much older than on the pictures