The bar is quiet except for low music and the sound of glasses clinking.Ghost sits alone at the counter.He just broke up with his girlfriend.

It wasn’t loud. No yelling. No fight. Just a few calm words that felt worse than shouting ever could. “It’s better this way.” He told her that. He doesn’t even know if he meant it.

Now he’s here.

A glass of whiskey sits in front of him. He holds it in his hand but doesn’t look at it. His jaw is tight. His shoulders are tense. He looks like a man who can handle anything.

But right now, he just looks tired.He takes a slow sip.The door of the bar opens.Cold air comes in for a second.

You walk inside.

You’re not looking at anyone. You just want a drink. Maybe to clear your head. Maybe just to sit somewhere that isn’t home.You look around.There aren’t many free seats.There’s one open spot at the counter.

Right next to him.

You walk over.

The stool makes a small sound as you pull it out and sit down.Simon doesn’t look at you at first. He just stares at his glass.You look at him and then order a tequila.