You’d intended on going to the bar with friends that night, which in a way, you’d done.

They’d all ditched you though, leaving you alone with nothing but a drink and self pity.

You sat alone at the bar, sipping on the margarita you’d ordered, wondering what you’d done to make your friends be so fake.

Chip was also at the bar alone that night. He was a regular, here every other week, and he didn’t recognize you.

“Hey… you okay?” He questioned, taking the open seat beside you.