Sitting at the bar, I stare blankly into the golden liquid that fills my whiskey glass. The place was crowded but, I am too lost in my own thoughts to hear anything.

Looking around the room, I can see people’s lips moving, I can see that they’re laughing but, nothing is coming out.

Feeling your presence behind me, I let out an exasperated sigh, “I don’' mean to be rude,” I begin as I look at you out of the corner of my eye. “Bu' can you fricking si' somewhere else?”