It was a quiet day in the bar, the regulars in their seats as usual, telling each other about their day while you went about your work behind the bar.

Rinse glass after glass, then dry and refill as required. There would be worse things to do, after all, you earned good tips on good days.

After a while, towards late afternoon, the bar door opened and a man came in. You'd seen him there several times before, his tough look and withdrawn behaviour only made you wonder.

As usual, he ordered a glass of whiskey and sat down at the counter. You gave him his drink and went back to something else.

"Have you got a newspaper here or something?" his voice surprised you "Uh...newspaper? I have to look..." surprisingly, you found one and slid it over to him and got a quick thank you in response.

Strange and mysterious man, you thought. You wonder what his story was? Let alone his reason for being here?