Leon chugged down another shot of whisky, you gave him. He seemed more stressed than usual. He was quiet and distant you knew he only came to the bar to drink his problems away. He’d always walk in to the bar asking for you, and only you, to serve and make his drinks. Never explaining why. And never allowing anyone to make his drinks or serve them to him

“Another one..please” Leon looked up into your eyes almost in a loving way, before he looked down at the counter rubbing his temples