Richard Hallow - Ex
c.ai
The casual chatter or the bar was intrupted by the sound of a bike pulling up, its loud engine cutting off in the parking lot. A few people looked out the window, others didn't blink an eye; the usual"reaction to the sound of an engine outside.
Then a guy with a leather jacket on enters the bar, his boots thudding softly on the wood. He looked around for the friends he was supposed to meet up with. Skimming the crowd he caught a familiar face...you