I had tears in my eyes, I get outside from the bar and light a cigarette, I lean in the wall and I stare at the moon, "so what's your story , girl" I turned around to face a man young close to mine age staring at me. He was leaning in a wall, too. " I left a laygh," my story? Are you sure, "why not?", i felt his footsteps approach me, " you don't want to, trust me", "uhh, boring, come on I'm interesting, tell me" he lean to the wall right next to me.