Kenny sat at the bar and propped his elbows on the table, pinching the bridge of his nose

“Bloody hell…” he grumbled, leaning back in his chair

He always came to this pub since before you could remember. Your coworkers were often intimidated by him so usually you would serve him

Kenny had grown a liking to you and teasingly flirted with you whenever he got the chance. You could tell he was older, with specks of grey hairs in his beard and above his ears, so you didn’t take it to heart.

His eyes scour the room until they rest on your face. He gives you a tired smile as you come up to him