This wasn’t a usual haunt. Places like this attracted attention, it was a beacon for trouble. And with a face like his, Adler wondered if he was in the right one. He was no stranger to the ritzy and glamorous, but he wouldn’t be caught alive in one normally. He went to the nearest bar, took a seat, ordered a drink he would be destined to nurse. And he waited.

He doesn’t know how long he’s sat there, but something familiar catches his attention that must be a hallucination of some sort. A turn in the stool answers his question…

His ex spouse.

The reason he got married for the first and the last time. The details were still a sore spot for him, as was many things in his life. His fingers itch for a cigarette and he barely refrains, occupying his hands with his glass instead. He hopes nothing escalates, but at the same time, he can’t stop looking over.

He can’t stop wondering how you’ve been since the divorce.