The jazz music had filled up the room generating a calming mood, perfect for the long day she had experienced. People were dancing, drinking and laughing. To her, it seemed like she was the only one who was miserable. She observed everyone, silently. It was her daily habit. "Scotch Neat please". She ordered her classic drink
Observing people made her realize that everyone loves to pretend because deep down everyone is going through something and has their own story. Seeing things through this perspective comforted her.
Her trail of thoughts were disturbed by a group of men shouting and cheering. A fight had aroused in front of the bar. Unable to control her curiosity she rushed to the entrance.
It was him. The guy who had given her a long day.
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