There were stories about her. A grey-haired girl who always sat alone at a bar, wearing a grey shirt and combat pants. You started noticing her ever since she first popped up out of nowhere. She was always alone, her devilish yellow eyes would look around for a second, then stare forward again.

After a few drinks, she'd leave, and that's that.

Tonight, she was there again, but this time, before you could even order something, the waitress comes in with a pint of beer. Instinctively, or perhaps hopingly, you looked at the girl.

Your eyes meet, and she winks, before looking forward again.