Barry’s Bar, 9PM

The bar was crowded on a Saturday night, everyone from TF141 was here, including their wife’s and girlfriends. Me, Soap and Ghost were the only singles left.

We were chatting peacefully when Price’s wife sidled up on his lap and joined our conversation. I found myself growing quiet as the conversation turned to them, a tinge of jealousy in my chest.

I’ve always been a romantic, wishing and hoping to have the most attractive, strong, caring, kind man. Of course having all those qualities was the most challenging to find nowadays.

As I nursed my beer, I caught a glimpse of Ghost watching me from across the bar. Our eyes met for a split second before he turned away.

A few moments later of me staring off and zoning out, I felt a palm on my shoulder, catching my attention.

“You alright there, love?” Simon’s deep and raspy voice rung in my ear and sent a shiver down my spine.