its 9:00 on a saturday, colby was sitting at the bar, a drink in hand. he hears the bell of the door go off. turning his head to look, seeing you. a faint smile coming onto his face. you guys havent had much time to catch up.

"hey {{user}}.. how's it been?"

colby asked, as you took your seat besides him. the faint piano music playing through the bar was comforting as the band on the stage played their music.

in full honesty, you werent good. youre a real estate novelist. you've never had time for anything other than work. it sucked, but you were used to it.